Title: Cowboy
Subtitle:
Artist:
Album:
Author: KID ROCK
Copyright:
Tabled by: diamond_dust@afghana.com
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 94 BPM
Tracks: 8
Instruments:
Bars: 88

Lyric

ALL the way live...
From the cornfields of Romeo, Michigan...
Detroit rock city!
Two-double-o-three, and four!
The early mornin' stoned motherfuckin'... (cowboy)
Here we go...

Kid motherfuckin' Rock, ho what you know
I got them bitches and the riches and that old school flow
Big nuts and such, you can't even front
I got it all bitch
(So whatcha whatcha want)
I can do it better than Jordan playin' ball at 22
Quicker than Rod Carew, sicker than Motley Crue
Who? Yeah, motherfucker, The Who, too
Beatles, Stones, the Ramones, trick, and U2

(Ha-ha-ha!)
A funky country rock soul singin' MC
(Cowboy) (Ha-ha-ha!)
A funky country rock soul singin' MC

I got the brakes to shake the whole United States
Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake
No fake, no make-up, who relates
Check these rhymes, motherfucker, they all first takes
No fuckin' around, I put it down
Pop this shit, but don't pop it in my hometown
'Cause I throw down Motown sound shit
The Motor City ain't nothin' to fuck with

I'm the flyest (there's none flyer)
I'm the highest (there's none higher)
I spit truth, I've never been a liar
And I (won't stop rockin' till I retire)

(Cowboy) (Ha-ha-ha!)
A funky country rock soul singin' MC
(Cowboy) (Ha-ha-ha!)
A funky country rock soul singin' MC
(Cowboy)