Cowboy lyrics
by Kid Rock
(Cowboy)(Cowboy)Well I'm packing up my game and I'm-a head out westWhere real women come equipped with scripts and fake breastsFind a nest in the hills - chill like FlintBuy an old drop-top - find a spot to pimpThen I'm-a Kid Rock it up and down your blockWith a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotchBuy a yacht with a flag sayin', "Chillin' The Most"Then rock that bitch up and down the coastGive a toast to the sun, drink with the starsGet thrown in the mix and tossed out of barsSip the tijuana - I wanna roamFind old town chillin' fools and come back homeStart an escort service for all the right reasonsAnd set up shop at the top of Four SeasonsKid Rockin' - I'm the real McCoyAnd I'm headed out west sucker, 'cause I wanna be a...Cowboy, babyWith the top let back and the sunshine shinin'Cowboy, babyWest coast chillin' with the Boone's WineI wanna be a Cowboy, babyRidin' at night 'cause I sleep all dayCowboy, babyI can smell a pig from a mile awayI bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls inIt goes (whistle) like dust in the windStoned pimp; stoned freak; stoned out of my mindI once was lost, but now I'm just blindPalm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and riceGet a map to the stars - find Heidi FleissAnd if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boyAnd let Cal-i-forn-i-a know why they call me a...Cowboy, babyWith the top let back and the sunshine shinin'Cowboy, babyWest coast chillin' with the Boone's WineI'm gonna be a Cowboy, babyRidin' at night 'cause I sleep all dayCowboy, babyI can smell a pig from a mile awayYeah, Kid Rock - you can call me TexRollin' sunset woman with a bottle of BecksSeen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glassAnd said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass"No kiddin'; gun slingin'; spurs hittin' the floorCall me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horseNo remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't rightI'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife whiteCause chaos, rock like AmadeusFind West Coast pussy for my Detroit playersMack like mayors, ball like LakersThey told us to leave, but bet they can't make usWhy they wanna pick on me?Lock me up and snort away my key?I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failureRight straight outta Compton - I'm straight out the trailerCuss like a sailor; drink like a MickMy only words of wisdom are to suck my dick!I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast andKeep on truckin' until it falls into motionCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shinin'CowboySpend all my time at Hollywood and VineCowboyRidin' at night 'cause I sleep all dayCowboyI can smell a pig from a mile awayCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shinin'CowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shinin'CowboyHollywood and Vine
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