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Cowboy Lyrics

Artist Kid Rock

Cowboy...cowboy... Well I am packing up my game and I am 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 droptop find a spot to pimp And I am 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 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 teajuna ...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 am the real mccoy And I am

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 am 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 am 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 ass" No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor Call

me Hoss, I am the Boss, with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sherrif,

in his eye I ain't right I am gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white

HUH 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 am just a regular failure I ain't straight outta compton I am straight out

the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mc (mick...as in Irishman) My only

words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit." (Suck My Dick) I am 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 Spendin' 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

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