Cowboy

Well, I'm packing 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 Flint

Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp

And I'ma Kid Rock it up and down your block

With a bottle of Scotch, and watch lots of crotch

Buy a yacht with a flag saying, 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

Zip 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 outta 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

(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

Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex

Rolling Sunset, woman, with a bottle of Becks

Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass

And said, yeah, this **** fits right in your ****

No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor

Call me Hoss, I'm the boss with the sauce and the horse

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

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

Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus

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... (Radio edit)

I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast

And keep on trucking till it falls into motion

(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 Vinin'