Watch the official enhanced music video for Cowboy by Kid Rock from the album Devil Without a Cause.
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Kid Rock is a singer renowned for his hit songs “Picture,” “Only God Knows Why,” “All Summer Long,” “Born Free,” “Cowboy,” “Redneck Paradise,” and “First Kiss.” He worked with artists like Sheryl Crow, Aerosmith, Run DMC and T.I. — amassing billions of global streams and receiving international acclaim.
Lyrics:
Cowboy
Cowboy
Well I'm packin' up my game and I'ma 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'ma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' the Most"
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed outta bars
Sip the Tiajuana, I want to roam
Find Motown, tell them 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 headed out west sucker because I wanna be a
Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby!
West Coast chillin' with theBoone's wine
I wanna be a Cowboy, baby!
Ridein' 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 (whistling), 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 Cali-for-ni-a know why they call me
Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby!
West Coast chillin' with theBoone's wine
I wanna be a Cowboy, baby!
Ridein' 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 Beck's
Seen a slimmy 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 and the whores
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white
Cause chaosrock like Amedeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayorsball 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 j
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Follow Kid Rock:
Website: https://kidrock.com/
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Kid Rock is a singer renowned for his hit songs “Picture,” “Only God Knows Why,” “All Summer Long,” “Born Free,” “Cowboy,” “Redneck Paradise,” and “First Kiss.” He worked with artists like Sheryl Crow, Aerosmith, Run DMC and T.I. — amassing billions of global streams and receiving international acclaim.
Lyrics:
Cowboy
Cowboy
Well I'm packin' up my game and I'ma 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'ma Kid Rock it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' the Most"
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed outta bars
Sip the Tiajuana, I want to roam
Find Motown, tell them 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 headed out west sucker because I wanna be a
Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby!
West Coast chillin' with theBoone's wine
I wanna be a Cowboy, baby!
Ridein' 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 (whistling), 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 Cali-for-ni-a know why they call me
Cowboy, baby!
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby!
West Coast chillin' with theBoone's wine
I wanna be a Cowboy, baby!
Ridein' 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 Beck's
Seen a slimmy 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 and the whores
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white
Cause chaosrock like Amedeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayorsball 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 j
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00:00Yeah, what's up? It's right. Listen, I'm packing it up and bringing it out west so we can get it together.
00:08Cowboy style?
00:09Yeah. Cowboy style.
00:16Cowboy. Cowboy.
00:30Well, I'm packing up my game and I'ma head out west where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts.
00:41Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint, buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp.
00:46Then I'm a kid, rock it up and down your blocker with a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch.
00:52Buy a yacht with a flag saying chillin' the most.
00:55Then rock that bitch up and down the coast.
00:58Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars, get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars.
01:04Zip the Tijuana, I wanna roam, find hometown, tell the news and come back home.
01:10Start an escort service for all the right reasons and set up shop at the top of Four Seasons.
01:16Kid rockin', I'm the real McCoy and I'm headed out west, sucker, because I wanna be a cowboy, baby.
01:24With a top left back and the sunshine shining.
01:27Cowboy, baby. West coast chillin' with the boomers, my heart beat.
01:33Cowboy, baby. Ridin' at night, fuckin' sleep all day.
01:39Cowboy, baby. I can feel the beat from a mile away.
01:45I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in. It goes like dust in the wind.
01:56I once was lost, but now I'm just blind.
02:02Palm trees and weeds, scabies and rice. Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss.
02:07And if the price is right, then I'm gonna make my bid, boy.
02:10And let California hate know why they call me a cowboy, baby.
02:16With a top left back and the sunshine shining.
02:19Cowboy, baby. West coast chillin' with the boomers, my heart beat.
02:25Cowboy, baby. Ridin' at night, fuckin' sleep all day.
02:31Cowboy, baby. I can feel the beat from a mile away.
02:53Yeah, Kid Black, you can call me Tex. Rolling sunset woman with a bottle of Pex.
02:59Seen her slid me in a vat, throw down my glass and said,
03:02Yeah, this bitch is right. No kid done slingin' spurs in the floor.
03:08Call me Hoss, I'm the boss with the sauce in the horse.
03:11No remorse for the sheriff, it is I ain't right.
03:14I'ma paint his town red, then paint his wife, uh.
03:17Cause chaos, like Amadeus. Fight West Coast for my Detroit players.
03:22Mack like Mayers, ball like Lakers.
03:25They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us.
03:28Nobody wanna pick on me. Lock me up and snort away my key.
03:33I ain't no chief, I'm just a regular failure.
03:36I ain't straight out of Compton, I'm straight out the trailer.
03:39Coast like a sailor, drink like a Mick. My only words are where's the money?
03:44Radio edit.
03:45I'm flicking my pick up and down that coasting.
03:48And keep on truckin' till I fall in the ocean.
03:51Cowboy, with the top left back and the sunshine shinin'.
03:57Cowboy, spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine.
04:03Cowboy, ridin' at night cause I sleep all day.
04:09Cowboy, I can smell a pig from a mile away.
04:15Cowboy, with the top left back and the sunshine shinin'.
04:20Cowboy, spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine.
04:26Cowboy, ridin' at night cause I sleep all day.
04:32Cowboy, I can smell a pig from a mile away.
04:38Cowboy, with the top left back and the sunshine shinin'.
04:43Cowboy, with the top left back and the sunshine shinin'.
04:49Cowboy, at Hollywood and Vine.