Cowboy

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