Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands   We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans   And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame   I played their game and as they scream my name   I will show no shame, I live and die for this   And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared?      Devil without a cause   And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks   Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes   No rogaine and the propane flows      The chosen one, I'm the living proof   With the gift of gab from the city of truth   I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back   And I did not stutter when I said that      I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes   I went platinum, seven times   And still they ill, they wanna see us fry   I guess because only God knows why, why why why      Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black   So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at   Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey   I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say   Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all      I like AC-DC and ZZ Top   Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock   Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones   David Allen Coe and no show Jones      Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit   Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp   With tracks that mack and slap back the whack   Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass      But watch me rock with Liberace flash   Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash   I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash   Flash flash flash flash      Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black   So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at   Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey   I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say   Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat      Yeah, I saw your band   Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks   When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with   Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker      I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick   You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick   I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace   I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place      Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide   So Joe C can ride   Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare   Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air      Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's   See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell   I won't live to tell, so if you do   Give the next generation a big, fuck you      Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma   Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma   Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here   'Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit      Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black   So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at   Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey   I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say   Hey hey hey hey      I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey   From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey   I put Detroit City back on the map and singin   Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at