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Karaoké Cowboy in the Jungle - Jimmy Buffett

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Cowboy in the Jungle rendu célèbre par Jimmy Buffett

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Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

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À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo : variable (environ 120 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Sol

Durée : 05:22 - Extrait à : 01:18

Date de sortie : 1978
Styles : Country, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Jimmy Buffett

Les titres à télécharger sont des playbacks bande orchestre, et non la musique originale.

Paroles Cowboy in the Jungle

There's a cowboy in the jungle and he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots and his skin as white as paste
Headin' south to Paraguay where the gauchos sing and shout
Now he's stuck in Porto Bello since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day they're raisin' hell
And his original destination's just another story that he loves to tell
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
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
Steel band in the distance and their music floats across the bay
While American women in mumus talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishin' as they slug those rum drinks down
Discussin' 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
But I don't want to live on that kind of island
No I don't want to swim in a roped off sea
It's too much for me
Too much for me
I've gotta be where the wind and the water are free
Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the fallin' stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites they remind me of where we are
Spinnin' around in circles
Livin' it day to day
And still twenty four hours maybe sixty good years
It's really not that long a stay
We've gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Make the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition and learn to trust your intuition
Plowin' straight ahead come what may
And there's a cowboy in the jungle

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