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Cowboy (live)

Cowboy, cowboyWell, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west

Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts

Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt

Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimpThen I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block

With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa crotch

Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "chillin' the most"

Then rock that bitch up and down the coastGive a toast to the sun

Drink with the stars

Get thrown in the mix

And get tossed outta barsSift to Tiajuana

I want to roam

Find Motown telephones and 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 'cause I want to be aCowboy, baby

(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')

Cowboy, baby

(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby

(Ride 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 brew, stoned out of my mind)

I once was lost (but now I'm just blind)Palm trees and weed, scabbed knees and rice

Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Flice

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

And let Californi-A know why they call meCowboy, baby

(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')

Cowboy, baby

(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby

(Ride 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 women with a bootle of becks

See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass

And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass"

No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor

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

No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right

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

'Cause chaos rock like Amedeus

Got west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas

Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers

They told us to leave but bet they can't make usWhy they want to pick on me?

Lock me up and throw away my key

I ain't no cheat, I'm just a regular failure

I'm not straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer

Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick

My only words of wisdom are just "suck my dick"

I'm takin' my pick up and down that coast and

Keep on truckin' '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-in'

Songwriters

JAMES TROMBLY, JOHN TRAVIS, ROBERT RITCHIE, MATTHEW SHAFERPublished by

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