Cowboy ... cowboy
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 droptop 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 teajuna ... 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 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 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 (whistling) 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 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 they call me
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
Yeah, Kid Rock you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah this d*ck fits right in your a**"
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 sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white, uh
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast p*ssy 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 just "S*ck My D*ck"
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 shinin'
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 shinin'
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine
From the album Devil Without A Cause
