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Cowboy by Kid Rock
Cowboy
intro:
Cowboy....
e||---------------------|
B||----8^---------------|
G||----7^---------------|
D||---------------------|
A||---------------------|
E||---------------------|
e||-------------------------------|
B||-------------------------------|
G||-------------------------------|
D||---x-x-x-x-x-x-5/7-7-7-x-5-x-7-|3X
A||---x-x-x-x-x-x-5/7-7-7-x-5-x-7-|
E||---x-x-x-x-x-x-3/5-5-5-x-3-x-5-|
e||------------------10----10-----|
B||---------------12^---12^-------|
G||-------------------------------|
D||-------------------------------|
A||-------------------------------|
E||-------------------------------|
e||-----------------|
B||-----------------|
G||-----------------|
D||--x-x-x-x------5-|
A||--x-x-x-x---3--5-|
E||--x-x-x-x-5------|
Verso:
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||--------2------------2-----------2-x-x-2h4-x-x-2h4-2-|
||----2h4------4p2-------------2h4---------------------|
||--0--------------3h0---x-x-0-------------------------|
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||--------------------------------------------5*---------|*vai intercalando, uma vez E(5) e
||--------2-----------2-------------2-x-x-2/6-x--6p4/2---| na otra A(5 da primera corda)./
||----2h4-----4p2-------------2h4------------------------| one time you play this note (5, E),
||--0-------------3h0---x-x-0----------------------------| and other A.
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nessa parte muda o tom... (0:42)
"give a toast to the sun, trip whit the stars.."
volta ao riff acima/back to before riff (0:52)
"..come back home"
Refrão/chours (1:04) :
e||-------------------------------|
B||-------------------------------|
G||-------------------------------|
D||---x-x-x-x-x-x-5/7-7-7-x-5-7-7-| 3X
A||---x-x-x-x-x-x-5/7-7-7-x-5-7-7-|
E||---x-x-x-x-x-x-3/5-5-5-x-3-5-5-|
Fim do refrão/end of chours (1:28):
e||-------------------|
B||-------------------|
G||-------------7-----|
D||------3-5----7----\|
A||--5^r-------------\|
E||------------------\|
Antes da parte do piano/before piano part (2:20):
e||-----------------------|
B||-----------------------|
G||-------------7^r7^r7^\-|
D||--------3-5------------|
A||--5~~~~----------------|
E||-----------------------|
Cowboy, cowboy
Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa 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 get tossed outta bars
Sift to Tijuana
I want to roam
Find Motown telephones and 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 'cause I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride 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 - 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 Flice
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks
See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass
And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh!
'Cause chaos rock like Amedeus
Got west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and throw away my key
I ain't no cheat, I'm just a regular failure
I'm not straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are just "suck my dick"
I'm takin' my pick up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) riding 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-in'
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version 2
Standard tuning
H=hammer on
P=pull off
B= Bend
intro: Semi-distorted tone
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-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx
-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx
-2/4-4--2-4-xx-xx-2/4-4--2-4-xx-xx
Verse: Clean tone
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-------1---------1--------------1---3B--1------1--
---1h3----3p1--------------1h3------------1h3-----
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-4----------------------4-------------------------
Refrain: Heavy distortion
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-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx
-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx-4/6-6--4-6-xx-xx
-2/4-4--2-4-xx-xx-2/4-4--2-4-xx-xx
Cowboy, cowboy
Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa 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 get tossed outta bars
Sift to Tijuana
I want to roam
Find Motown telephones and 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 'cause I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride 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 - 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 Flice
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks
See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass
And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh!
'Cause chaos rock like Amedeus
Got west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and throw away my key
I ain't no cheat, I'm just a regular failure
I'm not straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are just "suck my dick"
I'm takin' my pick up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) riding 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-in'
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version 3
Standard tuning., Intro - Guitar 1 - Play 3 times
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-X-X-X-X-4/6-X-6-X-6-X-X-X-X-X---------
-X-X-X-X-4/6-X-6-X-6-X-X-X-X-X---------
-X-X-X-X-2/4-X-4-X-4-X-X-X-X-X---------
Guitar 2
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---0-2----------------------
-1--------------------------
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Verse Guitar 1 starts and guitar 2 comes in on the 9th time.
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-----6-------------------4/6--(repeat 8 times)-----6------------------
-4/6---(repeat-16-times)-2/4-------------------4/6---(repeat 8 times)-
-2/4-------------------------------------------2/4--------------------
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Chorus - Both guitars
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-4/6-X-6-X-6-X-6-X-6-------------------
-2/4-X-4-X-4-X-4-X-4--(repeat 8 times)-
Guitar 2
-----2-------------
---4---------------
-1-----------------
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verse - but skip the last part
chorus
interlude
bridge
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-4/6-X-X-6-X-X-6-2--Repet as many times as needed)-
-2/4-X-X-4-X-X-4-----------------------------------
second part of verse but strumed
chorus
the solo is just moving around on the Penatonic scale an octive higher
Penatonic scale
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-----------------3-6-----
-------------3-5---------
---------3-5-------------
-----3-5-----------------
-3-6---------------------
Cowboy, cowboy
Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa 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 get tossed outta bars
Sift to Tijuana
I want to roam
Find Motown telephones and 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 'cause I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride 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 - 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 Flice
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks
See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass
And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh!
'Cause chaos rock like Amedeus
Got west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and throw away my key
I ain't no cheat, I'm just a regular failure
I'm not straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are just "suck my dick"
I'm takin' my pick up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) riding 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-in'
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version 4
Intro
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-----------------------------2--5--
----xxxx3/5-5-3-5--------5---5--7--
----xxxx5/7-7-5-7-(x 3)--7---------
Verse
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--------2----2-----2-5-2-2-----2---------2-------2-5/7---7-5-2----
-----2h5-5p2----2h5-----5---2h5----5p2--------2h5-----------------
---0--------5--0-----------0-----------5----0---------------------
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Verse pt. 2
-----2---2--3--3--2--2--0--0--2--2--3--3--------------
------3---3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3-------------
---2----2--2--2--2--2--2--2--2--2--2--2--2------------
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(listen to song for right amount of plays.)
Chorus
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----3/5-5-3-5-------------------------------------
----5/7-7-5-7-------------------------------------
(x4 if i remember right)
Cowboy, cowboy
Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa 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 get tossed outta bars
Sift to Tijuana
I want to roam
Find Motown telephones and 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 'cause I want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride 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 - 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 Flice
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
And let Californi-A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let down and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinin') I want to be a cowboy, baby
(Ride at night 'cause I sleep all day) cowboy, baby
(I can smell a pig from a mile away)
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks
See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass
And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh!
'Cause chaos rock like Amedeus
Got west-coast pussy for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they want to pick on me?
Lock me up and throw away my key
I ain't no cheat, I'm just a regular failure
I'm not straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are just "suck my dick"
I'm takin' my pick up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' 'til I fall in the ocean
with the top let back and the sunshine shining
(Cowboy) spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
(Cowboy) riding 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-in'
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version 5
Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Key: E
[Verse 1]
E E
Well I'm packing up my game and I'mma head out west
E E
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
A A
Find a nest in the Hills, chill like Flynt
A A
Buy an old drop-top find a spot to pimp
[Verse 2]
E
And I'mma kid-rock it up and down your block
E
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
B7
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "Chilling the Most"
A7
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
[Verse 3]
E
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
E
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
A
Slip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
A
Find Motown and tell them fools to come back home
[Verse 3]
E
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
E
And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
B7
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy
A7
And I'm headed out west sucker because I wanna be a
[Chorus]
E
Cowboy baby
E
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
E
Cowboy baby
E
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine
A
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
A
Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day
E
Cowboy baby
B7 A7
I can smell a pig from a mile away
[Verse 4]
E
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowing when my train rolls in
E
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
A
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
A
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
[Verse 5]
E
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
E
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
B7
And if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid boy
A7
And let Californ-i-a know why they call me a
[Chorus]
E
Cowboy baby
E
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
E
Cowboy baby
E
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine
A
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
A
Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day
E
Cowboy baby
B7 A7
I can smell a pig from a mile away
[Verse 6]
E
yeah..Kid Rock, you can call me Tex
E
Rollin Sunset woman with a bottle of Beck's
A
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
A
And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass."
[Verse 7]
E
No kidding, gun slinging, spurs hitting the floor
E
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce and the whores
B7
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
A7
I'mma paint his town red, then paint his wife white
[Verse 8]
E
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
E
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
A
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
A
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
[Verse 9]
E
Why they wanna pick on me
E
Lock me up and snort away my key
B7
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
A7
I ain't straight outta Compton
A7
I'm straight out the trailer
[Verse 10]
E
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
E
My only words of wisdom are just radio edit [suck my dick]
B7
I'm flicking my Bic up and down that coast
A7
And keep on trucking 'til I fall in the ocean
[Chorus]
E
Cowboy baby
E
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
E
Cowboy baby
E
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine
A
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
A
Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day
E
Cowboy baby
B7 A7
I can smell a pig from a mile away
[Outro]
E
Cowboy baby
E
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
E
Cowboy baby
E
West Coast chilling with the Boone's wine
A
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
A
Riding at night 'cause I sleep all day
E
Cowboy baby
B7 A7
I can smell a pig from a mile away
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