Cowboy In The Jungle (ver. 2) ukulele

Cowboy In The Jungle (ver. 2)

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INTRO: 
 
 
(G)There's a cowboy in the jungle 
 
And he (Am)looks so out of place 
 
With his (D)shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots 
 
And his (C)skin as (D)white as (G)paste 
 
 
(G)Headin' south to Paraguay 
 
Where the (Am)Gauchos sing and shout 
 
Now he's (D)stuck in Porto Bello 
 
Since his (C)money (D)all ran (G)out C/G G 
 
 
(G)So he hangs out with the sailors 
 
Night and (Am)day they're raisin' hell 
 
And his (D)original destination's 
 
Just another (C)story that he (D)loves to (G)tell 
 
 
(G)With no plans for the future 
 
He still (Am)seems in control 
 
From a (D)bronco ride to a ten foot tide 
 
He just (C)had to (D)learn to (G)roll 
 
 
Chorus: 
(C)Roll (D)with the (G)punches 
 
(C)Played all (D)of his (G)hunches 
 
(C)Made the best of whate(G)ver came his (D)way 
 
(C)What he (D)lacked in (G)ambition 
 
He made up (C)with (D)intuition Em 
 
(C)Plowin' straight (D)ahead come what (G)may 
 
C/G D/G C/G G 
 
 
(G)Steel band in the distance 
 
And their (Am)music floats across the bay 
 
While (D)American women in moomoos 
 
Talk about (C)all the things they (D)did (G)today 
 
 
(G)And their husbands quack about fishing 
 
As they (Am)slug those rum drinks down 
 
Discussing (D)who caught what and who sat on his butt 
 
But it's the (C)only (D)show in (G)town 
 
 
Chorus: 
They're (C)tryin' to drink (D)all the (G)punches 
 
They (C)all may (D)lose their (G)lunches 
 
(C)Tryin' to cram lost (G)years into five or six (D)days 
 
(C)Seems that (D)blind (G)ambition 
 
Erased (C)their (D)intuition Em 
 
(C)Plowin' straight (D)ahead come what (G)may 
  
C/G D/G C/G G 
 
(F)But I don't want to (C)live on that kind of (G)island 
 
No (F)I don't want to (C)swim in a roped-off (G)sea 
 
Too much for (Em)me, too much for (A)me 
 
(C)I've got to be where the (D)wind and the water are (G)free 
 
C/G D/G C/G G 
 
 
(G)Alone on a midnight passage 
 
I can (Am)count the falling stars 
 
While the (D)Southern Cross and the satellites 
 
They (C)remind me of (D)where we (G)are 
 
 
(G)Spinning around in circles 
 
(Am)Living it day to day 
 
And still (D)twenty four hours may be sixty good years 
 
It's (C)really not that (D)long a (G)stay 
 
 
We've gotta (C)roll (D)with the (G)punches 
 
(C)Learn to play (C)all of (D)our (G)hunches 
 
Make the best of whatever (G)comes your (D)way 
 
(C)Forget that (D)blind (G)ambition 
 
And learn to (C)trust your (D)intuition(Em) 
 
(C)Plowin' straight (D)ahead come what (G)may C/G G 
 
And there's a (D)cowboy (C)in the (G)jungle 
 
 
C/G	(302013) 
D/G	(xx4035)  

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