Cowboy lyrics

Artist  : Kid Rock 
Song : Cowboy



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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 Flynt
Buy an old
droptop find a spot to pimp
And I'm 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
(sp?)...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'm the real mccoy
And I'm 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'm just blind
Palm trees and
weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the
stars, find Heidi Fliece (sp?)
And if the price
is right I'm 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'm the Boss,
with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the
sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm 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'm just a regular
failure
I ain't straight outta compton I'm
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'm flickin' my
Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on
truckin' until I fall into the
ocean
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