Tablature cowboy in the jungle - Jimmy Buffett

          



 #@CHORDS: Mike A. Hall (mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu)

  {t:Cowboy in the Jungle}

  {st:Jimmy Buffett}

  #1978

  

  There's a[G] 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 stuck in Porto Bello

  Since his   [C]money all [D]ran out[G]

  

  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

  

  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

  

  {c:Chorus:}

    [G]   [C]Roll [D]with the [G]punches

       [C]Play all [D]of his [G]hunches

     [C]  Make the best of whatever came his [D]way

       What [C]he lacked [D]in ambi[G]tion

       He made [C]up with [D]in-[Em]tuition

     [C]  Plowing straight a[D]head come what [G]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

  

  {c: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

  

  {c:Refrain:}

       But [Am]I don't want to [C]live on that kind of is[G]land

       No I[Am] don't want to [C]swim in a roped off [G]sea

       Too much for [Em]me, too much for[A7] me

       I've [C]got to be where the [D]wind and the water are [G]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

  

  {c: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 [D]cowboy [C]in the [G]jungle

   


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 Cowboy in the jungle, de Jimmy buffett 

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