Artist: Kid Rock
Song: Cowboy

[spoken]
Cowboy
Cowboy

[sung]
Well I'm packin' up my game and I'm 'a 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
Then I'm 'a 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' "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, 'n' tossed outta bars
Slip to Tijuanna, I wanna 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 a

(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) 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 [whistle] like "Dust in the Wind"
"Stoned Pimp," stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, [sample:] But now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weed, 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-ay

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!

Yeah! Kid Rock, you can call me "Tex"
Rollin' Sunset Blvd with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this [dick] fits right in you [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'm 'a paint his town red, and paint his wife white!
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 cheat, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't Straight Out of Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are ["Suck my dick!"]
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
And keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean

(Cowboy) With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
(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...

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