Cowboy

Cowboy, cowboy Well I'm packing up my game and I'mma 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'mma 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' Chilling 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 Slip to Tijuana, I wanna roam Find Motown and 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 a Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Riding 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 blowing when my train rolls in It goes 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 Californ-i-a know why they call me a Cowboy baby With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy baby West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine I wanna be a Cowboy baby Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day Cowboy baby I can smell a pig from a mile away 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 kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting 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'mma paint his town red, then paint his wife white 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 mick My only words of wisdom are just radio edit suck my dick I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast And keep on trucking 'til I fall in the ocean Cowboy With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Riding 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