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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

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

Headin' to paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and
Now he's stuck in porto
Since his all ran out
So he hangs out with the
Night and day raisin' hell
And his original destination's just
Story that he to tell

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

Roll with the
all of his hunches
Make the best of came his way
he lacked in ambition
He made up with
Plowing straight ahead what may

band in the distance
And their music across the bay
While women in moomoos
Talk about all the things 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 only 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 that kind of
No I want to swim in a roped off sea
Too much for me, too for me
I've got to be where the wind and the are free.

on a midnight passage
I can count the stars
While the southern cross and the
They remind me of we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And still twenty four 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 comes way
Forget that blind
And learn to your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead what may
And there's a cowboy in the