Cowboy lyrics

Cowboy...Cowboy

Well I'm packing up my game and I'mma 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 pimp

Then I'mma 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 outta bars

Sip to Tijuana... 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 chilling 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 blowing 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 weed, 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-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 woman with a bottle of Becks

Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass

And said, yeah this ... fits right in your .... 1

No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting 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 gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white

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 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 this (Radio Edit)

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

Keep on trucking until it falls 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

1. the lyrics say "yeah this dick fits right in your ass" but he doesn't actually say this, the two words are edited out in every explicit version of the song I listened to