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Cowboy In The Jungle - Jimmy Buffett
Written by：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

Made 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 muumuus
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 maybe 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