Cowboy...cowboy... Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out
west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a
nest in the hills chill like Flynt Buy an old droptop find a spot to
pimp And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch
and watch lots of crotch Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the
most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun,
drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the
teajuna (sp?)...I wanna roam Find the old town chillin' fools then come back
home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up shop
at the top of four seasons Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy And I'm
headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a Cowboy baby With the top
let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin? with
the Boone's Wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep
all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet
you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes (whistle) like
dust in the wind Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind I once
was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and
rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fliece (sp?) And if the price is
right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they
call me Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine
shining Cowboy baby West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine I wanna
be a Cowboy baby Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I
can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me
Tex Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimmy in a
'vette, rolled down my glass And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your
ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call me Hoss, I'm
the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye
I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white
HUH Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit
players Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet
they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my
key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight outta
compton I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mc
(mick...as in Irishman) My only words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit."
(Suck My Dick) I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on
truckin' until I fall into the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the
sunshine shining Cowboy Spendin' all my time at Hollywood and
Vine Cowboy Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy I can
smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top let back and the
sunshine shining Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine
shining Cowboy Hollywood and Vine
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