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Cowboy in the
By: buffett

There's a cowboy in the
And he so out of place
his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as as paste

south 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 destination's just another
Story that he loves to

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

Roll the punches
Play all of his
Make the best of came his way
he lacked in ambition
He made up intuition
Plowing ahead come what may

band in the distance
And music floats across the bay
american women in moomoos
Talk about all the things they did
And husbands quack about fishing
As they slug rum drinks down
Discussing who what and who sat on his butt
But it's the show in town.

They're tryin' to drink all the
They all may lose their
Tryin' to lost years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition their intuition
straight ahead come what may.

I don't want to on that 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 and the water are free.

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

We've gotta roll the punches
Learn to all of our hunches
the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that ambition
And to trust your intuition
straight ahead come what may
And there's a in the jungle