There’s a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin 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 Portobelo
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
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
Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may ...

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