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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 ***** 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
Tiajuana ...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 pimp 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
Fiest. 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 pimp 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 **** fits right in your ***" 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 ***** 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...lockin me up and thrown away my key.
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure. I ain'tstraight
outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer. Cuss like a sailor...drink
like a Mc. My only words of wisdom are just, "Suck My ****." 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)spend all my time in hollywood and vines cowboy, riding all night because I sleep all day cowboy I can smell a pimp from a mile away,cowboy with the top let back and the sunshine shining cowboy with the top let back and the sunshine shining

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