Cowboy...Cowboy

Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped withenter added
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' chilling 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
Then to Tijuana... ISip the Tiajuana ...I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them the old town chillin fools to 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 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 chilling chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
RidingRidin 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
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 they call me

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chilling chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
RidingRidin 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 slimy slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kidding, kiddin, gun slinging, slingin, spurs hitting hittin the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, withenter added
the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, andenter added
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 meenter added
up and snort stored away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'menter added
straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flicking flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking truckin until it falls in the ocean into motion

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
RidingRidin 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