Soundtracks - Cowboy Kid Rock lyrics

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 b**h 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 s**er...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 Flice 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 Becks Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my gla** And said, 'Yeah this dick 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 sherrif, 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**y 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** 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 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