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Cowboy in the
By: jimmy

There's a cowboy in the
And he so out of place
With his boots and his cheap cheroots
And his skin as white as

Headin' to paraguay
the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's in porto bello
his money all ran out
So he out with the sailors
Night and day they're raisin'
And his original just another
that he loves to tell

With no plans for the
He seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot
He just had to to roll

Roll the punches
Play all of his
the best of whatever came his way
What he in ambition
He made up intuition
Plowing straight come what may

band in the distance
And their music across the bay
While american women in
Talk about all the things they did
And their quack about fishing
As they those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what and who sat on his
But the only show in town.

They're tryin' to drink all the
They all may lose their
to cram lost years into five or six days
Seems that blind ambition their intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come may.

I don't want to on that kind of island
No I don't want to in a roped off sea
Too for me, too much for me
got to be where the wind and the water are free.

Alone on a passage
I can count the stars
While the southern and the satellites
They remind me of we are
Spinning around in
it day to day
And still four hours may be sixty good years
It's still not long a stay.

We've roll with the punches
Learn to all of our hunches
Makin' the best of comes your way
that blind ambition
And learn to trust intuition
straight ahead come what may
And there's a cowboy in the