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And I've set up and tore down this state with my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
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-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack o' hos
No rogaine and the propane flows
Chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter
When I said that I'm goin' platinum...sellin' rhymes
I went platinum...seven times
And still they ill, they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why
Why...why...why...why

Oh...they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw my finger in the air, let me see where you're at and say
(Hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at and say
(Hey hey)
I'm giving it back so say
(Hey hey)
Show me some metal and say
(Hey hey, hey hey)
Oh...
Back

I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe with No Show Jones
Yeah!
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
I'm never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Flash...Flash...Flash...Flash

Oh...they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw my finger in the air, let me see where you're at and say
(Hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at and say
(Hey hey)
I'm giving it back so say
(Hey hey)
Show me some metal and say
(Hey hey, hey hey)
Uh...uh...uh
Back

Yeah...I saw your band...
Jumpin' around on the stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with Twisted B B B B B Brown Trucker...

I'm an American bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with Rock
Or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hos after I rock this place
Uh
Superfly living double wide
Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride
Fuckin' sack to share, bringing flash and glare
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air
Snake skin suits, '65 Chevelle
See me ride in sin in the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big 'fuck you'
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the shit
Shit...shit...shit...shit

Oh...they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw my finger in the air, let me see where you're at and say
(Hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at and say
(Hey hey)
I'm giving it back so say
(Hey hey)
Show me some metal and say
(Hey hey, hey hey)
Oh...

And I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black singing
(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 by singin'
(Hey hey, hey hey)
Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at