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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]

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There's a cowboy in the jungle
       Am
And he looks so out of place
         D
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
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And his skin as white as paste

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Headin' south to Paraguay
          Am
Where the Gauchos sing and shout
         D
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
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Since his money all ran out

      G
So he hangs out with the sailors
          Am
Night and day they're raisin' hell
        D
And his original destination's just another
C             D        G
Story that he loves to tell

     G
With no plans for the future
   Am
He still seems in control
       D
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
        C       D       G
He just had to learn to roll


[Chorus]

C    D        G
Roll with the punches
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Played all of his hunches
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Made the best of whatever came his way
     C         D      G
What he lacked in ambition
        C       D  Em
He made up with in-tuition
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Plowing straight ahead come what may


[Verse 2]

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Steel band in the distance
          Am
And their music floats across the bay
      D
While American women in moo-moos
           C                   D     G
Talk about all the things they did today

          G
And their husbands quack about fishing
        Am
As they slug those rum drinks down
           D
Discussing who caught what and who sat on his butt
             C     D      G
But it's the only show in town


[Chorus]

                  C     D       G
They're tryin' to drink all the punches
     C       D          G
They all may lose their lunches
C                   G                      D
Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days
C          D     G        C            D   Em
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
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Plowin' straight ahead come what may


[Bridge]

    F               C                    G
Now I don't want to live on that kind of island
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No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea
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Too much for you, too much for me
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I've got to be where the wind and the water are free


[Verse 3]

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Alone on a midnight passage
       Am
I can count the falling stars
          D
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
      C           D        G
They remind me of where we are

G
Spinning around in circles
Am
Living it day to day
          D
And still twenty four hours may be sixty good years
            C        D      G
It's really not that long a stay


[Chorus]

            C    D        G
We've gotta roll with the punches
         C        D      G
Learn to play all of our hunches
C                G                   D
Make the best of whatever comes your way
C           D     G
Forget that blind ambition
             C          D   Em
And learn to trust your intuition
C                D                G    C   D   C
Plowin' straight ahead, come what may

              D      C  D   G
And there's a cowboy in the jungle