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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

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

Headin' south to
the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in porto
his money all ran out
So he out with the sailors
and day they're raisin' hell
And his original just another
Story that he loves to

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

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

Steel band in the
And their floats across the bay
While women in moomoos
about all the things they did today
And their husbands about fishing
As they slug rum drinks down
who caught what 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 years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition their intuition
Plowin' ahead come what 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
I've got to be where the wind and the are free.

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

We've gotta roll with the
Learn to play all of our
Makin' the of whatever comes your way
Forget that ambition
And learn to trust your
Plowin' straight come what may
And there's a cowboy in the