Reply #65: Other than this...I got nothin' [View All]

[TalkingDog]

:evilgrin:

Kid Rock : "Cowboy" (made family friendly as per SMW suggestions)

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 breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp
And I'll Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of (something that rhymes with watch)
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chilling the Most"
Then rock that b(oat) 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
Then to Tijuana... I wanna roam
Find Motown and tell the 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 headin' 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 cause 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 (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 weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
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 shining

Cowboy baby

West coast chilling with the Boone's Wine

I wanna be a Cowboy baby

Riding 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 slimy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this (we'll just delete that) fits right in your (volkswagon beetle)
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast (friends) 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
Keep on trucking 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

Riding 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