"Cowboy" by Kid Rock

Cowboy cowboy

Well I'm a packin' up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped 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 ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag saying "Chillin' the most"
Then rock that b*tch up and down the coast

Give a toast to the sun
Drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix
And tossed out a bars

Sift to Tijuana
I wanna 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 cause I wanna be a

Cowboy, baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby
West Coast Chillin while the boone's whinen
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 blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes
Like dust in the wind
Stoned Pimp, Stoned Freak, I'm stoned outta 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 Fleiss
And if the price is right
Then I'ma make my bid
And let Californi-A
Know why they call me

Cowboy, baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby
West Coast Chillin while the boone's whinen
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 women with a bottle of Beck's
See a slimmy in a vette
Roll down my glass
And said, "yeah this dick fits right in you ass"

No hit gun slinging spur right in your throat
Call me hoss
I'm the boss
Whith the sauce
And the horse

No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right
I'm a paint this town red
Then paint his wife white

Cause chaos
Rock like Amadeus
Find west coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like Mayas
Ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they couldn't make us

Why they wanna pick on me?
Lock me up
And throw away my key
I ain't no cheat I'm just a regular failure
I'm ain't straight out a' Compton
I'm straight out trailer

Cuss like a sailor
Drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are
(Radio edit) (suck my dick)
I'm takin' my pick
Up and down that coast
And keep on truckin'
Till' I fall in the ocean

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spendin' all my time at Hollywood and 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 and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine