Lirik Lagu Cowboy In The Jungle - Jimmy Buffett
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Jimmy BuffettThere's a cowboy in the jungleAnd he looks so out of placeWith his shrimp skin boots and his cheap CherootsAnd his skin as white as paste
Headin' south to ParaguayWhere the gauchos sing and shoutNow he's stuck in Porto BelloSince his money all ran outSo he hangs out with the sailorsMight and day they're raisin' hellAnd his original destination's just anotherStory that he loves to tell.
With no plans for the futureHe still seems in controlFrom a bronco ride to a ten foot tideHe just had to learn to roll.
Roll with the punchesPlay all of his hunchesMade the best of whatever came his wayWhat he lacked in ambitionHe made up with intuitionPlowing straight ahead come what may.
Steel band in the distanceAnd their music floats across the bayWhile American women in muumuusTalk about all the things they did todayAnd their husbands quack about fishingAs they slug those rum drinks downDiscussing who caught whatand who sat on his buttBut it's the only show in town.
They're tryin' to drink all the punchesThey all may lose their lunchesTryin' to cram lost years into five or six saysSeems that blind ambition erased their intuitionPlowin' straight ahead come what may.
I don't want to live on that kind of islandNo, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.Too much for me, too much for meI've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
Alone on a midnight passageI can count the falling starsWhile the Southern Cross and the satellitesThey remind me of where we areSpinning around in circlesLiving it day to dayAnd still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good yearsIt's still not that long a stay.
We've gotta roll with the punchesLearn to play all of our hunchesMakin' the best of whatever comes your wayForget
Headin' south to ParaguayWhere the gauchos sing and shoutNow he's stuck in Porto BelloSince his money all ran outSo he hangs out with the sailorsMight and day they're raisin' hellAnd his original destination's just anotherStory that he loves to tell.
With no plans for the futureHe still seems in controlFrom a bronco ride to a ten foot tideHe just had to learn to roll.
Roll with the punchesPlay all of his hunchesMade the best of whatever came his wayWhat he lacked in ambitionHe made up with intuitionPlowing straight ahead come what may.
Steel band in the distanceAnd their music floats across the bayWhile American women in muumuusTalk about all the things they did todayAnd their husbands quack about fishingAs they slug those rum drinks downDiscussing who caught whatand who sat on his buttBut it's the only show in town.
They're tryin' to drink all the punchesThey all may lose their lunchesTryin' to cram lost years into five or six saysSeems that blind ambition erased their intuitionPlowin' straight ahead come what may.
I don't want to live on that kind of islandNo, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.Too much for me, too much for meI've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
Alone on a midnight passageI can count the falling starsWhile the Southern Cross and the satellitesThey remind me of where we areSpinning around in circlesLiving it day to dayAnd still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good yearsIt's still not that long a stay.
We've gotta roll with the punchesLearn to play all of our hunchesMakin' the best of whatever comes your wayForget
