Kid Rock
Cowboy lyrics
Songwriters: Ritchie, R.j.; Travis, John A.; Shafer, Matthew; Trombly, James
(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
Cowboy lyrics © Gaje Music; Thirty Two Mile Music; Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp
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