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 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 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 (sp?)
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 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 Fliece (sp?) 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 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 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 Mc (mick
as in Irishman) My only words of wisdom are just
"Radio Edit." (Suck My Dick) 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 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 |
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