Cowboy Lyrics

Cowboy lyrics

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