Cowboy In The Jungle - Jimmy Buffett

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

    Headin' south to Paraguay
    Where the Gauchos sing and shout
    Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
    Since his money all ran out
    So he hangs out with the sailors
    Night and day they're raisin' hell
    And his original destination's just another
    Story that he loves to tell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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