Kid Rock "Cowboy" Songtext

Cowboy

Cowboy...Cowboy

Well I'm packing up my game and I'mma head out westWhere real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breastsFind a nest in the hills, chill like FlyntBuy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimpThen I'mma Kid Rock it up and down your blockWith a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotchBuy a yacht with a flag sayin' "chillin' the most"Then rock that bitch up and down the coastGive a toast to the sun, drink with the starsGet thrown in the mix and tossed outta barsSip to Tijuana... I wanna roamFind Motown, tell them fools to come back homeStart an escort service, for all the right reasonsAnd set up shop at the top of Four SeasonsKid Rock and I'm the real McCoyAnd I'm headed out west suckerBecause I wanna be a

Cowboy babyWith the top let back and the sunshine shinin'Cowboy babyWest coast chilling with the Boone's WineI wanna be a Cowboy babyRidin' at night cause I sleep all dayCowboy babyI can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowing when my train rolls inIt goes (whistle) like dust in the windStoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mindI once was lost, but now I'm just blindPalm trees and weed, scabbed knees and riceGet a map to the stars, find Heidi FleissAnd if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boyAnd let Cali-for-ni-ay know why they call me a

Cowboy babyWith the top let back and the sunshine shiningCowboy babyWest coast chilling with the Boone's WineI wanna be a Cowboy babyRiding at night cause I sleep all dayCowboy babyI can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me TexRollin' sunset woman with a bottle of BecksSeen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glassAnd said, yeah this ... fits right in your .... 1No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floorCall me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce and the whoresNo remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't rightI'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife whiteCause chaos, rock like AmadeusFind West Coast pussy for my Detroit playersMack like mayors, ball like LakersThey told us to leave, but bet they can't make usWhy they wanna pick on me, lock me up and snort away my key?I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failureI ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailerCuss like a sailor, drink like a MickMy only words of wisdom are this (Radio Edit)I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast andKeep on trucking until it falls in the ocean

CowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shiningCowboySpend all my time at Hollywood and VineCowboyRiding at night cause I sleep all dayCowboyI can smell a pig from a mile awayCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shiningCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shiningCowboyHollywood and Vine

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