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Kid Rock - Cowboy lyrics
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 drop top 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 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 out of bars Sip the Tiajuana... 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 a 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 Fleiss And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why the 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 stored away my key I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure I ain't outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like sailor... drink like a Mick My only word of wisdom are just (Radio Edit) I'm 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 Spend 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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