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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Vocals
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Michael Bradford
Bass Guitar
Kenny Olson
Electric Guitar
Jason Edward Krause
Guitar
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Joe C.
Vocals
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Hetfield
Songwriter
Lars Ulrich
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Producer
Michael Bradford
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
And As they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 packs of Strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin' rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why, why, why, why, why
Ohh!
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey, hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey, hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey, hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ahh! cut!
I like AC-DC and ZZ Top
Moiphus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yaa!
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin Pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never gave away
I don't play with
But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash
Ohh!
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey, hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey, hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey, hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Uh, uh, uh, cut!
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't with
Twisted br-br-br brown, brown trucker
I'm an American badass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can (radio edit)
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna some hoe's
After I rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big you
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma
So fuck highschool
I on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the
Ohh! They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey, hey
Let me hear where you're at
Say hey, hey
I'm givin' it back so say
Hey, hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ahh! huh-huh
I'm a cowboy
Badass in black
Singin' Hey, hey, hey, hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey, hey, hey, hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin' Hey, hey, hey, hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at
Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield, Robert J. Ritchie
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