Cowboy in the Jungle
Jimmy Buffett
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          G
There's a cowboy in the jungle
       Am
And he looks so out of place
          D
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
          C       D        G
And his   skin as white as paste

G
Headin' south to Paraguay
          Am
Where the Gauchos sing and shout

Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
            C         D       G
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

Chorus:
  G  C    D        G
     Roll with the punches
     C        D      G
     Play all of his hunches
   C                                    D
     Make the best of whatever came his way
          C         D      G
     What he lacked in ambition
             C       D  Em
     He made up with in-tuition
   C                   D              G
     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

Refrain:
         Am              C                      G
     But I don't want to live on that kind of island
         Am             C                   G
     No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea
                  Em              A7
     Too much for me, too much for me
          C                   D                      G
     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
              D      C      G
And there's a cowboy in the jungle