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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

There's a in the jungle
And he so out of place
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheroots
And his as white as paste

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

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

Roll with the
Play all of his
Make the of whatever came his way
What he in ambition
He made up intuition
Plowing straight ahead what may

Steel band in the
And their floats across the bay
While women in moomoos
Talk about all the things did today
And husbands quack about fishing
As they slug rum drinks down
Discussing who caught and who sat on his butt
But the only show in town.

They're tryin' to all the punches
all may lose their lunches
Tryin' to cram lost into five or six days
Seems that ambition erased their intuition
Plowin' ahead come what may.

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

Alone on a passage
I can the falling stars
the southern cross and the satellites
They remind me of we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And still four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not that a stay.

We've gotta roll with the
to play all of our hunches
Makin' the best of comes your way
Forget blind ambition
And learn to trust intuition
straight ahead come what may
And there's a in the jungle