| Well I’m packin' up my game and I’mma head out west
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| Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
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| Find a nest in the Hills, chill like Flynt
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| Buy an old drop-top find a spot to pimp
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| And I’mma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block
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| With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch
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| Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' «Chillin' the Most»
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| Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
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| Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
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| Get thrown in the mix and get tossed outta bars
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| Sip the Tiajuana, I want to roam
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| Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home
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| Start an escort service for all the right reasons
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| And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
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| Kid Rock and I’m the real McCoy
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| And I’m headed out west sucker because I want to be a
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| West Coast chillin' with the Boone’s wine
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| I want to be a Cowboy, baby!
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| Ride at night cause I sleep all day!
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| I can smell a pig from a mile away
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| I bet you’ll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
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| It goes (whistling), like dust in the wind
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| Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
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| I once was lost but now I’m just blind
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| Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
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| Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
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| And if the price is right then I’m gonna make my bid boy
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| And let Cali-for-ni-a know why they call me
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| West Coast chillin' with the Boone’s wine
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| I want to be a Cowboy, baby!
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| Ride at night cause I sleep all day!
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| I can smell a pig from a mile away
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| Yeah!
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| Kid Rock you can call me Tex
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| Rollin' Sunset woman with a bottle of Beck’s
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| Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
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| And said «Yeah this dick fits right in your ass»
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| No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
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| Call me hoss, I’m the boss with the sauce and the whores
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| No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain’t right
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| I’ma paint his town red then paint his wife white
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| Cause chaos rock like Amedeus
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| Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit playas
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| Mack like mayors ball like Lakers
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| They told us to leave but bet they can’t make us
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| Why they wanna pick on me
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| Lock me up and snort away my key
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| I ain’t no G, I’m just a regular failure
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| I ain’t straight outta Compton, I’m straight out the trailer
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| Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
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| My only words of wisdom are just suck my dick
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| I’m flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
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| Keep on truckin' till I fall in the ocean
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| West Coast chillin' with the Boone’s wine
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| I want to be a Cowboy, baby!
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| Ride at night cause I sleep all day!
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| Cowboy, baby!
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| I can smell a pig from a mile away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cowboy (From "Coyote Ugly") , by - Soundtrack Wonder Band. Song from the album Music from Movie Dance Scenes Vol 2, in the genre Саундтреки