Cowboy in the Jungle Jimmy Buffett
Cowboy In The Jungle
By Jimmy Buffett
INTRO:
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[G]There's a cowboy in the jungle
And he [Am]looks so out of place
With his [D]shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
And his [C]skin as [D]white as [G]paste
[G]Headin' south to Paraguay
Where the [Am]Gauchos sing and shout
Now he's [D]stuck in Porto Bello
Since his [C]money [D]all ran [G]out [C/G] [G]
[G]So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and [Am]day they're raisin' hell
And his [D]original destination's
Just another [C]story that he [D]loves to [G]tell
[G]With no plans for the future
He still [Am]seems in control
He just [C]had to [D]learn to [G]roll
Chorus:
[C]Roll [D]with the [G]punches
[C]Played all [D]of his [G]hunches
[C]Made the best of whate[G]ver came his [D]way
[C]What he [D]lacked in [G]ambition
He made up [C]with [D]intuition [Em]
[C]Plowin' straight [D]ahead come what [G]may
[C/G] [D/G] [C/G] [G]
[G]Steel band in the distance
And their [Am]music floats across the bay
While [D]American women in moomoos
Talk about [C]all the things they [D]did [G]today
[G]And their husbands quack about fishing
As they [Am]slug those rum drinks down
Discussing [D]who caught what and who sat on his butt
But it's the [C]only [D]show in [G]town
Chorus:
They're [C]tryin' to drink [D]all the [G]punches
They [C]all may [D]lose their [G]lunches
[C]Tryin' to cram lost [G]years into five or six [D]days
[C]Seems that [D]blind [G]ambition
Erased [C]their [D]intuition [Em]
[C]Plowin' straight [D]ahead come what [G]may
[C/G] [D/G] [C/G] [G]
[F]But I don't want to [C]live on that kind of [G]island
No [F]I don't want to [C]swim in a roped-off [G]sea
Too much for [Em]me, too much for [A]me
[C]I've got to be where the [D]wind and the water are [G]free
[C/G] [D/G] [C/G] [G]
[G]Alone on a midnight passage
I can [Am]count the falling stars
While the [D]Southern Cross and the satellites
They [C]remind me of [D]where we [G]are
[G]Spinning around in circles
[Am]Living it day to day
And still [D]twenty four hours may be sixty good years
It's [C]really not that [D]long a [G]stay
We've gotta [C]roll [D]with the [G]punches
[C]Learn to play [C]all of [D]our [G]hunches
Make the best of whatever [G]comes your [D]way
[C]Forget that [D]blind [G]ambition
And learn to [C}trust your D]intuition[Em]
[C]Plowin' straight [D]ahead come what [G]may [C/G] [G]
And there's a [D]cowboy [C]in the [G]jungle
C/G (302013)
D/G (xx4035)
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