Cowboy...Cowboy



Well I'm packing 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

And 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 and tossed out of bars

Sip the Tiajuana... I wanna roam

Find the old town chillin fools then come back home

Start an escort service, for all the right reasons

And set up a shop at the top of four seasons

Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy

And I'm headin' out west sucker... because I wanna be a



Cowboy baby

With the top let back and the sunshine shining

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, 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 I'm gonna make my bid boy

And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why the call me



Cowboy baby

With the top let back and the sunshine shining

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 slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass

And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass

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'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH

Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus

Find 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 and stored away my key

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

I ain't outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer

Cuss like sailor... drink like a Mick

My only word of wisdom are just (Radio Edit)

I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and

Keep on truckin until it falls into motion



Cowboy

With the top let back and the sunshine shining

Cowboy

Spend 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