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| Kid Rock Devil Without A Cause Cowboy 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 Flint 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 bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to a Son, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the Tijuana...I wanna roam Find Motown 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 Farm 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 (whistle) 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 Fliess 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 Farm 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 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 in the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint this town red, then paint his wife white Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Act 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 cheat, I'm just a regular failure Right straight outta Compton...I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor...drink like a mick My only words of wisdom run as quick as 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 shining Cowboy Spendin' 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 Hollywood and Vine |
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