Karaoke Cowboy av Kid Rock — sjung med på texten på Singa

Cowboy Karaoke

Kid Rock

LåttextCowboy

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'm a Kid Rock it up

And down your block

With a bottle of scotch

And watch lots of crotch

Buy yacht with a flag

Sayin' chillin' the most

Then rock that bxtch

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

Sippin' Tijuana

I wanna roam

Find the old town chillin'

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 headin' out west sucker

Because I wanna be a

Cowboy baby

With the top laid 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

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 Calipornia

Know why they call me a

Cowboy baby

With the top laid 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

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 **** fits

Right in your ***

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 sherirff

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 *****

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

Lockin' me up

And threw 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

**** my ****

I'm flickin' my Bic

Up and down that coast

And keep on truckin'

'Til I fall in the ocean

Cowboy

With the top laid 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 laid back

And the sunshine shining

Cowboy

With the top laid back

And the sunshine shining

Cowboy

All my time

At Hollywood and Vine

Artist
Kid Rock
Komposition
Roeland A Roel Esseboom, Johan Struik, Kid Rock
Låttext
Roeland A Roel Esseboom, Johan Struik, Kid Rock
Utgivare
Gaje Music, Thirty Two Mile Music, Buried Bone Musik Llc, EMI Blackwood Music Inc, Universal Music Z Songs, Universal Music-Z Tunes, Warner/Tamerlane Publishing Corp, Emi Music Publishing Scandinavia Ab, Warner/Chappell North America Ltd, Wixen Music Publishing Inc, Cradle The Balls
Upphovsrättsinnehavare
Kenny Olson, SHAFER, MATTHEW, Todd Anthony Shaw, Jalil Hutchins, Robert J Ritchie, SMITH, LAWRENCE