Kid Rock – Cowboy (Guitar)

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Well I'm packing 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 your block

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With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch

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Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chilling 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 tossed out of bars

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Slip to Tijuana, I wanna roam

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Find Motown and 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 wanna be a

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Cowboy baby

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With the top let back and the sunshine shining

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Cowboy baby

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West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine

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I wanna be a Cowboy baby

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Riding 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 blowing when my train rolls in

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It goes (whistle) 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 Californ-i-a know why they call me a

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Cowboy baby

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With the top let back and the sunshine shining

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Cowboy baby

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West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine

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I wanna be a Cowboy baby

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Riding 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..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 kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting 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

      A7
I'mma paint his town red, then paint his wife white

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Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus

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Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players

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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

A7
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 radio edit [suck my dick]

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I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast

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And keep on trucking 'til I fall in the ocean

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Cowboy baby

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With the top let back and the sunshine shining

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Cowboy baby

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West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine

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I wanna be a Cowboy baby

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Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day

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Cowboy baby

B7                       A7
I can smell a pig from a mile away

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Cowboy baby

E
With the top let back and the sunshine shining

E
Cowboy baby

E
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine

             A
I wanna be a Cowboy baby

A
Riding 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