[Chords]
C6/G 3 0 2 0 1 3
[Intro]
G C G C/G G
[Verse 1]
G
There's a cowboy in the jungle
Am
And he looks so out of place
D
With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
C D G
And his skin as white as paste
G
Headin' south to Paraguay
Am
Where the Gauchos sing and shout
D
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello
C D G C D C
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
C D G
Played all of his hunches
C G D
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
C D G C D C
Plowing straight ahead come what may
[Verse 2]
G
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
C D G C D C
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
[Bridge]
F C G
Now I don't want to live on that kind of island
F C G
No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea
Em Em7 A7
Too much for you, too much for me
C D G C D C
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free
[Verse 3]
G
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