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There's aG cowboy in the jungle
And heAm looks so out of place
With hisD shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
And his Cskin as Dwhite as Gpaste
GHeadin' south to Paraguay
Where the AmGauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
Since his Cmoney all Dran out G
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
G CRoll Dwith the Gpunches
CPlay all Dof his Ghunches
C Make the best of whatever came his Dway
What Che lacked Din ambiGtion
He made Cup with Din-Emtuition
C Plowing straight aDhead come what Gmay
Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in moo-moos
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
Now AmI don't want to Clive on that kind of isGland
No IAm don't want to Cswim in a roped off Gsea
Too much for Emme, too much to A7see
I've Cgot to be where the Dwind and the water are Gfree
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 Dcowboy Cin the Gjungle
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