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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 drop top, find a spot to pimp Then 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 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 Zip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home Start an escort service, for all the right reasons And set up a 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 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 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-forn-I.A. 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 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 and the whores No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right I'm gonna paint his town red, then paint his wife white Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus Find West Coast pussy 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 "Radio Edit" I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and Keep on truckin' till it falls in the ocean 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 Hollywood and Vine. |
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| 2. |
| 4:16 |
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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 drop top 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 pussy 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 stored 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, Radio Edit 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 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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I am the bullgod
I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I'm like a train I roll hard, lettin' off much steam In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink But now I'm humble and I can only think About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes I'm on the brink if you know what I mean And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean 'Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you A lot of people poke fun and that's alright But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight You can't cap with the master son So sit your ass down before I blast you one Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts You can bet all day but I can't be bought Uh Break it up let's tie one on I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn So I grab my walkman but before I cut I got behind the garage and fire it up Cause I'm the bullgod, you understand The illegitimate son of man The T O P to the D O G Or the P O T to the G O D And I'm trippin' Said I'm trippin' And you know... I am the bullgod I am free and I feed on all that is forsaken Forsaken, yeah! You ain't nothing Yeah yeah yeah yeah Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up Come on get 'em up I am the bullgod I am free and I feed (yeah, yeah, yeah) on all that is forsaken I am the bullgod (yeah...) I am free and I feed on all that is... I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high As I sit in my chair and watch life go by These thoughts I have can't mold to sense Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense Born and raised in the outer lands And at times you can say I'm outta hand I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run Every time that paper hits my tongue And sometimes it seems so odd When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod I am the bullgod, you understand And here in my head is my master plan Uh, I'm gonna get you I see through you I'm gonna get you I see through you! |
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