Karaoké Cowboy Kid Rock

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

And 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 'cos 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 California 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 'cos I sleep all day

Cowboy baby

I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah, Kid Rock

You can call me Tex

Rolling sunset woman with a bottle of Beck's

Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette rolled down my glass

And said, yeah this huh, right in your

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'm a paint his town red then paint his wife white, oh

'Cos 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 flicking my Bic up and down that coast

And he keep on trucking 'till 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 'cos 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