Cowboy Songtext / Lyric

Well I'm packing up my game
and I'm a head out west
where real woman come equipped
with scripts and fake breasts
find a nest in the hills
chill like Flyn
buy an old drop top
find a spot to pimp
and imma Kid Rock it up and down your block
with a bottle of scotch
and watch lots of crotch
buy a yacht with a flag
saying chilling the most
and rock that bitch up and down the coast
give a toast to the sun,
drink with the stars
get thrown in the mix and toasted out of bars
Then to Tijuana...I wanna roam
Find Matown and tell them tools to come back home
Start an escort service,
for all the night reasons
and set up shop of the top of tour seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy
and I'm headed out west sucker because I wanna a Cowboy baby
with the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby...
West coast chilling with the Beone'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 I bet you 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 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-aya know why they call me

Cowboy baby
with the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby...
West coast chilling with the Beone's Wine
I wanna be a cowboy baby
riding at night because I sleep all day
Cowboy baby...
I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah..Kid Rock..you can call me Tex
Rolling sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
senn a slimy in a vette, rolled down my glass
ans sayed, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
no kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
call me Hosss, I'm the Ross, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye 1 ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red and his wife with HUH
Cause chaos rock like Amadeus
Find west coast pussy for my Detroit players
Meck 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 Radio Edit
I'M flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
keep on trucking until it fails 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 because 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