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KID ROCK lyrics : "Cowboy"

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 drop top 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 (*##$ 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 Tiajuana ...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 Fleiss
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 $$#
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 #~!!@ 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 stored 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 Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit

I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin until it falls into motion


Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy

Spend 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

cowboy

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