Cowboy

Kid Rock

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  S1:
  Well I'm packin' up my game and I'ma 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'ma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block 

  With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a 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 the Tiajuana, I want to 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
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  R1:
  Cowboy, baby 

  With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' 

  Cowboy, baby 

  West Coast chillin' with the Boone's wine 

  I wanna be a Cowboy, baby 

  Ridein' at night 'cause I sleep all day 

  Cowboy, baby 

  I can smell a pig from a mile away
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  S2:
  I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in 

  It goes (whistling), 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 then I'm gonna make my bid boy 

  And let Cali-for-ni-a know why they call me
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  R1:
  Cowboy, baby 

  With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' 

  Cowboy, baby 

  West Coast chillin' with the Boone's wine 

  I wanna be a Cowboy, baby 

  Ridein' at night 'cause I sleep all day 

  Cowboy, baby 

  I can smell a pig from a mile away
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  S3:
  Yeah, Kid Rock you can call me Tex 

  Rollin' Sunset woman with a bottle of Beck's 

  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 and the whores 

  No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right 

  I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white 

  Cause chaos rock like Amedeus 

  Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit playas 

  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 just suck my dick 

  I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and 

  Keep on truckin' till I fall in the ocean
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  R2:
  Cowboy 

  With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' 

  Cowboy 

  Spend all my time in Hollywood and Vine 

  Cowboy 

  Ride 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 shinin' 

  Cowboy 

  Spend all my time in Hollywood and Vine 

  Cowboy 

  Ride 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 shinin' 

  Cowboy 

  With the top let back and the sunshine shinin' 

  Cowboy