《Cowboy In The Jungle(Album Version)》歌词

[00:00:00] Cowboy In The Jungle - Jimmy Buffett

[00:00:01] Written by：Jimmy Buffett

[00:00:08] There's a cowboy in the jungle

[00:00:12] And he looks so out of place

[00:00:17] With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap Cheroots

[00:00:21] And his skin as white as paste

[00:00:26] Headin' south to Paraguay

[00:00:29] Where the gauchos sing and shout

[00:00:34] Now he's stuck in Porto Bello

[00:00:37] Since his money all ran out

[00:00:44] So he hangs out with the sailors

[00:00:48] Night and day they're raisin' hell

[00:00:52] And his original destination's just another

[00:00:57] Story that he loves to tell

[00:01:01] With no plans for the future

[00:01:05] He still seems in control

[00:01:09] From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide

[00:01:13] He just had to learn to roll

[00:01:18] Roll with the punches

[00:01:22] Play all of his hunches

[00:01:26] Made the best of whatever came his way

[00:01:33] What he lacked in ambition

[00:01:37] He made up with intuition

[00:01:42] Plowing straight ahead come what may

[00:01:49] Steel band in the distance

[00:01:52] And their music floats across the bay

[00:01:56] While American women in muumuus

[00:02:00] Talk about all the things they did today

[00:02:04] And their husbands quack about fishing

[00:02:08] As they slug those rum drinks down

[00:02:12] Discussing who caught what

[00:02:14] And who sat on his butt

[00:02:16] But it's the only show in town

[00:02:20] They're tryin' to drink all the punches

[00:02:25] They all may lose their lunches

[00:02:29] Tryin' to cram lost years into five or six days

[00:02:36] Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition

[00:02:45] Plowin' straight ahead come what may

[00:02:52] I don't want to live on that kind of island

[00:02:59] No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea

[00:03:07] Too much for me

[00:03:10] Too much for me

[00:03:15] I've got to be where the wind and the water are free

[00:03:23] Alone on a midnight passage

[00:03:27] I can count the falling stars

[00:03:31] While the Southern 'cross and the satellites

[00:03:35] They remind me of where we are

[00:03:39] Spinning around in circles

[00:03:43] Living it day to day

[00:03:47] And still twenty four hours maybe sixty good years

[00:03:51] It's still not that long a stay

[00:03:55] We've gotta roll with the punches

[00:03:59] Learn to play all of our hunches

[00:04:03] Makin' the best of whatever comes your way

[00:04:10] Forget that blind ambition

[00:04:14] And learn to trust your intuition

[00:04:19] Plowin' straight ahead come what may

[00:04:25] And there's a cowboy in the jungle