Cowboy

{In a mechanical voice} Cowboy. Cowboy.

Well I'm packing 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 droptop 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 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 out of bars
Sip the Tijuana...I wanna 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 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 (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned brew, 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 Fliece
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 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

Yaaaaaaaaaa...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 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 whore's
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint his town red, then paint his wife white UHHH
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 (suck my dick)
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spendin' 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 shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine

Kid Rock was born Robert James Ritchie on January 17th, 1971. Being born on Super Bowl Sunday as the third of four children, Kid Rock was destined to become an entertainer. Bobs parents liked to throw parties and hayrides.

Kid Rock grew up in Romeo, Michigan, located forty miles north of Detroit where there was not a whole hell of a lot to do. Therefore, he had to basically create his own fun. Having one of their children getting into trouble was nothing new to Kids parents. Kid got into his share, (playing with matches and denying it, lackluster performance in grades and citizenship, running away from home at 17, hiding in the bushes and throwing apples at passing cars and the school bus, smashing mailboxes with baseball bats, threatening the babysitter and her boyfriend who came to straighten Kid out) but this is all pretty normal to any kid growing up. Kid would not go unpunished. Kid was raised in a catholic household where going to church every Sunday was expected and the sound of shit, fuck or god damn were all punishable with a bar of soap. With high moral expectations came the responsibility of hard work. Kids early chores included feeding horses, cleaning all the shit up, getting up at six in the morning when it was 20 fucking below zero to drag unfrozen water down to the horses. Kid then went on to dominate a push lawn mower. This is long before the days of self propelled push mowers. Up and down steep fucking hills and around about a gazillion apple trees. In the song I Am The Bullgod, Kid states I go behind the garage and fire it up. Well, getting tweeked is synonymous with any substantial lawn-mowing quest.

Kid started out performing for his parents drunken friends as stated earlier. Kid then went on to break dancing when it became popular in the mid eighties. Krush Groove seemed to be on the beta machine all the time; Run D-M-C was spinning on two turntables located in the center of his bedroom all hours permitted. The transformation from break dancing was a natural move. Kid is actually a very good dancer. The windmill was no problem; four rotations on his head and the electric robot were all crowd favorites. But the early rock and roll of Jim Croce and Bob Seger were now taking a back seat to this new phenomenonRap Music. Kid signed his first contract with Jive Records in 1990. Kid felt this was a great label with such acts as Boogie Down Productions, Tribe Called Quest, Kool Moe Dee, and Whodini. But being seventeen and not knowing shit about the business made for one hell of a learning experience. Rather than shoot a video to support Grit Sandwiches For Breakfast: (1990), Kid received the opening act on the 40 city national tour of Ice-Cube and Too Short. The tour was successful, exposing Kid to a national audience for the first time in his career. Kid then went on to sign with Continuum Records, a smaller label who featured such acts as the Charlie Watts Band and solo projects from David Gillmore and Ron Wood. Kid received almost total freedom in the writing and recording of The Polyfuze Method: (1993). This is where Kid really started writing about what was going on in his everyday life and probably the start of connecting with the honesty and realness of the music his fans today have come to expect. Song like My Oedipus Complex were precursors for the song Black Chick, White Guy on Devil Without A Cause: (1998). Kid is deadly accurate about the statement, If its real youll feel it! Add to the mix Twisted Brown Trucker, which developed over the years with various players coming and going. By August of 1998, Kid Rock and Twisted Brown Trucker have solidified into one of Americas favorite groups. Whether it is Kid Rock at Woodstock giving homage to Jimi Hendrix or opening the 1999 MTV Music Awards with Run D-M-C and Aerosmith, Kid realizes that others have inspired him to work hard towards his dreams and everyone along the way who helped out deserves recognition. Kid wants to say a personal thanks to all who have written. All letters are read. It is humbling reading all the encouragement.