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 Flint Buy an old drop-top - find a spot to pimp Then I'm-a Kid Rock it up and down your block With a bottle of scotch and botch lots of crotch Buy a 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 tijuana - I wanna roam Find Mo Town and tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons Kid Rockin' - I'm the real McCoy And I'm headed out west sucker, 'cause I wanna be a... Cowboy, baby With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' 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 then I'm gonna make my bid, boy And let Cal-i-forn-i-a know why they call me a... Cowboy, baby With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' Cowboy, baby West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine I'm gonna 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 sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white 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 Right straight outta Compton - I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor; drink like a Mick My only words of wisdom are to suck my dick! 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 shinin' 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 shinin' Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' Cowboy Hollywood and Vine
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