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Kid Rock "Cowboy" lírica

Cowboy...Cowboy

Well I'm packing up my game and I'mma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I'mma Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch 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 outta bars
Sip to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown, 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 Rock and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headed out west sucker
Because I wanna be a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling 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 blowing 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 weed, 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-ni-ay know why they call me a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding 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 ... fits right in your .... 1
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce and the whores
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
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 this (Radio Edit)
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking until it falls in the ocean

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Riding 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