Kid Rock (Coyote Ugly Soundtrack) Cowboy Lyrics

Cowboy...cowboy...
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake b______
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
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin', "Chillin' the most!"
Then rock that b____ 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
Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell them fools 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 shining)
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 (whistle) 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 weed, 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 Cal-ih-for-ny-aye know why they call me a...

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 d___ fits right in your a__"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce an' the w____s
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm a paint his town red, then paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast p____ 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 ki
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 d___!"
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' until it falls in the ocean

(Cowboy)
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
(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 shining
(Cowboy)
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy)
Hollywood and Vine