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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

There's a in the jungle
And he looks so out of
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap
And his skin as as paste

Headin' to paraguay
the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in porto
his money all ran out
So he out with the sailors
Night and day they're hell
And his original destination's another
Story he loves to tell

With no for the future
He seems in control
From a bronco to a ten foot tide
He just had to to roll

Roll the punches
all of his hunches
Make the best of came his way
What he lacked in
He up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come may

band in the distance
And their music across the bay
While american women in
about all the things they did today
And their quack about fishing
As they slug rum drinks down
Discussing who what and who sat on his butt
But the only show in town.

They're tryin' to drink all the
They all may their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost years five or six days
Seems that blind ambition erased intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come may.

I don't want to on that kind of island
No I don't want to swim in a off sea
Too for me, too much for me
got to be where the wind and the water are free.

Alone on a passage
I can count the falling
While the southern and the satellites
They me of where we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And still twenty four hours may be sixty good
still not that long a stay.

We've gotta roll the punches
to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of whatever your way
Forget blind ambition
And learn to your intuition
straight ahead come what may
And a cowboy in the jungle