Cowboy, cowboy

Well I'm packing 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 your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chilling 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
Slip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
Find Motown and 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 wanna be a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding 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 blowing when my train rolls in
It goes 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 Californ-i-a know why they call me a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

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 d**k fits right in your ass."

No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting 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'mma paint his town red, then paint his wife white

Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast p**sy 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 [suck my d**k]
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast
And keep on trucking 'til I fall in the ocean

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Riding 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