Kid Rock - Cowboy Lyrics
Cowboy... cowboyWell Im packin up my game and Im a head out westWhere real women come equipped with scripts and fake breastsFind a nest in the hills chill like flyntBuy an old droptop find a spot to pimpAnd Im a 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 mostThen rock that ***** up and down the coastGive a toast to the sun, drink with the starsGet thrown in the mix and tossed out of barsSip the teajuna... I wanna roamFind the old town chillin fools then come back homeStart an escort service, for all the right reasonsAnd set up shop at the top of four seasonsKid rock and Im the real mccoyAnd Im headin out west sucker...because I wanna be aCowboy babyWith the top let back and the sunshine shininCowboy babyWest coast chillin with the boones wineI wanna be a cowboy babyRidin at night cause I sleep all dayCowboy babyI can smell a pig from a mile awayI bet youll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls inIt goes (whistling) like dust in the windStoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mindI once was lost, but now Im just blindPalm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and riceGet a map to the stars, find heidi fliceAnd if the price is right Im gonna make my bid boyAnd let cali-for-ny-aye know why they call meCowboy babyWith the top let back and the sunshine shininCowboy babyWest coast chillin with the boones wineI wanna be a cowboy babyRidin at night cause I sleep all dayCowboy babyI can smell a pig from a mile awayYeah, 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 dick fits right in your assNo kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floorCall me hoss, Im the boss, with the sauce in the horseNo remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I aint rightIm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white, uhCause chaos, rock like amadeusFind west coast ***** for my detroit playersMack like mayors, ball like lakersThey told us to leave, but bet they cant make usWhy they wanna pick on me... lock me up and snort away my keyI aint no g, Im just a regular failureI aint straight outta compton Im straight out the trailerCuss like a sailor, drink like a mickMy only words of wisdom are just suck my dickIm flickin my bic up and down that coast andKeep on truckin until it falls into motionCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shininCowboySpend all my time at hollywood and vineCowboyRidin at night cause I sleep all dayCowboyI can smell a pig from a mile awayCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shininCowboyWith the top let back and the sunshine shininCowboyHollywood and vine
