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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 Chorus:
G CRoll Dwith the Gpunches CPlay all Dof his Ghunches C Make thGe best of whDatever came his way 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 Chorus: 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 Bridge:
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 Chorus:
GWe'Cve goDtta roll Gwith the punches CLearn to Dplay alGl of our hunches CMakin' thGe best of whDatever comes your way CForget thaDt blindG ambition CAnd learDn tEmo trust your intuition CPlowin' straight aheDad, come what mGay
And there's a Dcowboy Cin the Gjungle