“Cowboy in the Jungle”, from the 1978 album Son of a Son of a Sailor.
“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.
Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
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.
They’re tryin’ to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin’ to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin’ straight ahead come what may.”
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