Cowboy In The Jungle Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Cowboy In The Jungle 

By: Jimmy Buffett 

1978 

There's 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 he's stuck in Porto Bello 

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 

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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 it's the only show in town. 

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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. 

I don't want to live on that kind of island 

No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea 

Too much for me, too much for me 

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. 

Chorus: 

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 cowboy in the jungle