Cowboy

Cowboy

Well, I'm packin' up my game an' I'ma head out west

Where real women come equipped with scripts an' fake breasts

Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint

Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp

An' I'm a Kid Rock it up an' down your block

With a bottle of scotch an' watch lots of crotch

Buy yacht with a flag sayin', "Chillin' the most"

Then rock that bitch up an' down the coast

Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars

Get thrown in the mix an' tossed out of bars

Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam

Find Motown an' tell them fools to come back home

Start an escort service for all the right reasons

An' set up shop at the top of Four Seasons

Kid Rock an' I'm the "Real McCoy"

An' I'm headin' out west, sucker because I wanna be a

Cowboy, baby

With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'

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 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 an' weeds, scabbed knees an' rice

Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss

An' if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy

An' let Californ-I-A, know why they call me

Cowboy, baby

With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'

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 slimy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass

An' said, "Yeah, this - fits right in your -?"

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'ma paint his town red an' paint his wife white

Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus

Got 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 an' 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?"

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

An' keep on truckin' until it falls into motion

Cowboy

With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy

Spend all my time at Hollywood an' 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 an' the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy

With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy

Hollywood an' Vine