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| Kid Rock Lyrics |
| [Cowboy&Bawitdaba] |
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| SINGER/BAND:KID ROCK ALBUM:DEVIL WITHOUT A CAUSE COWBOY- Well I am packin' up my game and I'm a headin out west where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breast find a nest in the hills chill like flint by an old drop top find a spot to pimp and I'm gonna kid rock it up and down your block with a bottle of scotch and botch lots of crotch by a yatch 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 tossed out of bars sip until you wanna I wanna roam find motown tellin fools to come back home start an escort service for all the right reasons and setup shop at the top of four seasons kid rock and I'm the real mccoy and I'm headed out west sucker cause I wanna be a… (cowboy baby) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (cowboy baby) west coast chillin with the boos man (I wanna be a cowboy baby) riddin at night cause I sleep all day (cowboy baby) I can smell a pig from a mile away. I bet youll here my wistle blowing when my train roles in it goes (wistles) like dust in the wind (mumbles) I once was lost but now I am just blind palm trees and weeds scabbed nees and rights get a mac to the stars flyin highty flights and if the price is right then I'm gonna make the big boy and let california now why they call me a….. (cowboy baby) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (cowboy baby) west coast chillin with the boos man (I wanna be a cowboy baby) riddin at night cause I sleep all day (cowboy baby) I can smell a pig from a mile away. Yeah kid rock and you can call me tex rollin sunset women with a bottle of becks see them slip me into that roll down my glasses and say yeah this bitch umm and right in (sound fx) no kiddin guns swingin spurs hittin the floor throw me hard at the boss with the sauce and the whores an remorse for the sherrif and he say I aint right I'm gonna paint his town red then paint his wife white cause chaos fight like amadaous get some west coast pussy for my detroit playas mac like mayas bawl like layas they told us to leave but bet they can't make us why they wanna pick on me lock me up and throw away the key I aint no cheap I'm just a regular failure straight out compton I'm straight out the trailor cuss like a sailor drink like a mic my only words of wisdom (radio edit) I'm flickin my bic up and down that coastin and keep on truckin til I fall in the motion…. (cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (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 shining (cowboy) with the top let back and the sunshine shining (cowboy) you wanna tell me how I would and find it BAWITDABA- fade in) said the boogy said up jump the boogie **Chorus** 5X bawitdba da bang da dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie 1st verse: MY NAME IS KKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII KKIIDD RROOCCKK... **Chorus** 4X 2nd verse: And this is for the questions that don't have any answers, the midnight glancers and the topless dancers, the gander freeks, cars packed with speakers, the G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers. The Northern lights, in the Southern cover and it don't even matter if the things are punctured. All the crack–heads, the cridics, the sidics, and all my heros at the methidone clinics. All you bastards at the IRS for the crooked cops, and the cluttered desks. For the shots of Jack, and the caps of math, half pints of love, and to feel so stressed. For the hookers all drinking out in Hollywood and for my hoods of the world misunderstood I said "Its all in good and its all in fun. NOW GET IN THE PIT AND TRY TO LOVE SOMEONE!!" **Chorus** 4X 3rd verse: For the time–bots ticking and the heads that hang. All the gangs getting money, and the heads to bang-bang. Wild Mustangs, the porno flicks, and all my homies in the county in cell block 6. The crips with the raining of the eggs to cook, every DB Cooper and the money he took. You can look for answers but that aint fun. NOW GET IN THE PIT AND TRY TO LOVE SOMEONE!! (Gutar solo) **Chorus** 2X (Come on) **Chorus** 2X Love... and for the hate... and for the pain... WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... **Chorus** 2X (Come on) **Chorus** 2X |
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