Cowboy - Vee Sing Zone

Well I’m packin' up my game and I’mma 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’mma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block

With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch

Buy a 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 get tossed outta bars

Sip the Tiajuana, I want to 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 want to be a

Cowboy, baby!

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy, baby!

West Coast chillin' with the Boone’s wine

I want to be a Cowboy, baby!

Ride 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 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 shinin'

Cowboy, baby!

West Coast chillin' with the Boone’s wine

I want to be a Cowboy, baby!

Ride 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 Beck’s

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 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 Amedeus

Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit playas

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 flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and

Keep on truckin' till I fall in the ocean

Cowboy, baby!

With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy, baby!

West Coast chillin' with the Boone’s wine

I want to be a Cowboy, baby!

Ride at night cause I sleep all day!

Cowboy, baby!

I can smell a pig from a mile away