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Cowboy in the
By: jimmy

There's a cowboy in the
And he looks so out of
With his shrimpskin and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as white as

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

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

Roll the punches
Play all of his
Make the of whatever came his way
What he lacked in
He made up intuition
Plowing straight ahead come may

Steel in the distance
And their music across the bay
While women in moomoos
Talk all the things they did today
And their husbands quack fishing
As they slug those rum down
Discussing who caught and who sat on his butt
But it's the show in town.

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

I don't want to live on kind of island
No I don't want to in a roped 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 count the falling
While the southern cross and the
remind me of where we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And twenty four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not long a stay.

We've gotta with the punches
Learn to play all of our
Makin' the best of whatever your way
Forget that ambition
And learn to your intuition
Plowin' ahead come what may
And there's a cowboy in the