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

From a [D]bronco ride to a ten foot tide

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


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