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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 female doggy 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

[Chorus]
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!
Ridein' at night 'cause I sleep all day!
Cowboy, baby!
I can smell a pig from a mile away

"Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously."

Hunter S. Thompson

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2 minutes ago, Nick Adams said:

Why do you guys keep quoting song lyrics? I'm just tellin' stories about my life.

Original OP said he like the Kidd Rock, I wanta b a cowboy baby.  But my horsies are bathed in water.

"Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously."

Hunter S. Thompson

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Got this letter today from a girlfriend I broke up with back last summer  She was a part time hooker, but I loved her all the same, and . . . . now the discovery, the baby might be mine. 

Hey Paul, I'm pregnant. Living on 9th Street. Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope.  And I quit drinking whiskey. And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track. He says that he loves me, even though its not his baby. And he says that he'll raise him up, like he would his own son. He gave me a ring, that was worn by his mother. And he takes me out dancin', every Saturday night
 
Hey Paul,  I think about you every time I pass a fillin' station.  On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair. I still have that record of Little Anthony and The Imperials. But someone stole my record player, well how do ya like that?
 
Hey Paul, I almost went crazy, after Mario got busted.  So I went back to Omaha to live with my folks and everyone I used to know, was either dead or in prison. So I came back to St. Louis,  this time I think I'm gonna stay
 
Hey Paul,  I think I'm happy, for the first time since my accident, and I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope.  I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of 'em.  I'd just drive a different car every day, dependin' on how I feel
 
Hey Paul, for chrissakes, do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband.  He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money.  To pay this lawyer.  And Paul, hey I'll be eligible for parole, come Valentine's Day
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57 minutes ago, ColdWaterFshr said:

Got this letter today from a girlfriend I broke up with back last summer  She was a part time hooker, but I loved her all the same, and . . . . now the discovery, the baby might be mine. 

Hey Paul, I'm pregnant. Living on 9th Street. Right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue
I stopped taking dope.  And I quit drinking whiskey. And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track. He says that he loves me, even though its not his baby. And he says that he'll raise him up, like he would his own son. He gave me a ring, that was worn by his mother. And he takes me out dancin', every Saturday night
 
Hey Paul,  I think about you every time I pass a fillin' station.  On account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair. I still have that record of Little Anthony and The Imperials. But someone stole my record player, well how do ya like that?
 
Hey Paul, I almost went crazy, after Mario got busted.  So I went back to Omaha to live with my folks and everyone I used to know, was either dead or in prison. So I came back to St. Louis,  this time I think I'm gonna stay
 
Hey Paul,  I think I'm happy, for the first time since my accident, and I wish I had all the money that we used to spend on dope.  I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of 'em.  I'd just drive a different car every day, dependin' on how I feel
 
Hey Paul, for chrissakes, do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband.  He don't play the trombone
I need to borrow money.  To pay this lawyer.  And Paul, hey I'll be eligible for parole, come Valentine's Day

 

Ahh, you've got yourself a textbook demisexual there.    Have you ever taken her camping?    Bet she's real OCD with the fire poking stick. 🙄

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