Cowboy in the jungle
By: jimmy buffett
1978
Theres 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 hes stuck in porto bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day theyre raisin hell
And his original destinations 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:
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 its the only show in town.
Chorus:
Theyre 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 dont want to live on that kind of island
No I dont want to swim in a roped off sea
Too much for me, too much for me
Ive 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
Its still not that long a stay.
Chorus:
Weve 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 theres a cowboy in the jungle
