Cowboy

(album: Devil Without A Cause - 1998)

Cowboy
Cowboy

Well I'm packing up my game and I'ma 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 drop-top find a spot to pimp
And I'ma 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"
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 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 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

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowing when my train rolls in
It goes 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 then I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ni-a know why they call me

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
Rolling Sunset woman with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass"
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'ma 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 just suck my dick
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on trucking 'til I fall in the ocean

Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy, baby!
Spend all my time in Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy, baby!
Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day!
Cowboy, baby!
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy!