ATF: Diverse 'Pokes

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Dan Seals]

God Must Be A Cowboy

Dan Seals

Campfire

Coffee

From a tin cup in my hand

Sure warms the fingers

When it's cold

A-playing

An old guitar

A friend I understand

Sure smooths the wrinkles

In my soul

A-sleeping

In the moonlight

A blanket for the bed

Leaves a peaceful feeling in my mind

Waking up

In the morning

With an eagle overhead

Makes me long to fly away before my time

And I think God must be

A cowboy

At heart

He made wide-open spaces

From the start

He made

Grass

And trees

And mountains

And a horse to be a friend

And trails to lead old cowboys home again

The night life

And big cities

Is alright for awhile

Sure makes you feel good when you're there

But the country's

So pretty

It goes on and on

For miles

And takes away my troubles and my cares

And I think God must be

A cowboy

At heart

He made wide-open spaces

From the start

He made

Grass

And trees

And mountains

And a horse to be a friend

And trails to lead old cowboys home again

And trails to lead old cowboys home again

Link: [Kid Rock]

Cowboy

Kid Rock

Cowboy

Cowboy

Well I'm packin' up my game

And I'm a-head out west

Where real women come equipped

With scripts and fake breasts

Find a nest in the hills

Chill like Flint

Buy an old drop top

Find a spot to pimp

And' I'm a Kid Rock

It up an' down your block

With a bottle of scotch

And watch lots of crotch

Buy yacht with a flag sayin'

Chillin' the most

Then rock that biatch up

And down the coast

Give a toast to the sun

Drink with the stars

Get thrown in the mix

And tossed out of bars

Zip to Tijuana

I wanna roam

Find Motown an' tell them fools

To come back home

Start an escort service

For all the right reasons

An' set up shop

At the top of Four Seasons

Kid Rock

And I'm the real McCoy

And I'm headin' out west sucker

Because I wanna be a

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

Ridin' 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 freak

Stoned out of my mind

I once was lost

But now I'm just blind

Palm trees and weeds

Scabbed knees and rice

Get a map to the stars

Find Heidi Fleiss

And if the price is right

Then I'm gonna make my bid boy

And let Californ-I-A

Know why they call me

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

Ridin' 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 woman

With a bottle of Becks

Seen a slimy in a 'Vette

Rolled down my glass

And said

Yeah, this %$#& fits right in your @$$

No kiddin'

Gun-slingin'

Spurs hittin' the floor

Call me Hoss

I'm the boss

With the sauce

In the horse

No remorse for the sherrif

In his eye

I ain't right

I'm gonna paint his town red

And paint his wife white

Cause chaos

Rock like Amadeus

Find West Coast &%$$#

For my Detroit players

Mack like mayors

Ball like Lakers

They told us to leave

But bet they can't make us

Why they wanna pick on me

Lock me up

And snort away my key

I ain't no G

I'm just a regular failure

I ain't straight outta Compton

I'm straight out the trailer

Cuss like a sailor

Drink like a Mick

My only words of wisdom are just

?Radio edit?

I'm flickin' my Bic

Up and down that coast

An' keep on truckin'

Until it falls into motion

Cowboy

With the top let back

And the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy

Spend all my time at

Hollywood and Vine

Cowboy

Ridin' 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 shinin'

Cowboy

Spend all my time at

Hollywood and Vine

Cowboy

Ridin' 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 shinin'

Cowboy

With the top let back

And the sunshine shinin'

Cowboy

Hollywood and Vinin’

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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