Cowboy... cowboy   Well I'm packin 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 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 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   Sip the teajuna... 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 shinin   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 (whistling) 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 Flice   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 shinin   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, uh   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 "Suck 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 shinin   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 shinin   Cowboy   With the top let back and the sunshine shinin   Cowboy   Hollywood and Vine