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# Debut Chart
10 Aug '99 Mainstream Rock
5 Aug '99 Modern Rock
82 Oct '99 Hot 100

Lyrics

(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 Flint Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp Then 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


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Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Zip the Tijuana, I wanna roam Find Motown and tell them 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 headed out west, sucka 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 (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, then I'm gonna make my bid, boy And let Californ I A 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 (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 Rolling sunset woman with a bottle of Becks Seen a slimy 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 sheriff 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 *radio edit* I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast And keep on truckin' till 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

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