the summer tour They never seem to end Cowboy's always waitin' For his hurts to mend There is special days every now and then He rides the pain away
future's ever clear, a 180 proof So I open the bottle, then swallow my pride and drink the pain away I take shots and just lay up, then fade away Dreaming
I wanna be a cowboy's sweetheart I wann learn to rope and ride I wanna ride through the plains and the desert Out west of The Great Divide I wanna hear
Insane Clown Posse ICP, about to take you way back, way back that is, to Vernor Posse, up Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home In the black
we're wastin' away Another place Where the faces are so cold I drive all night Just to get back home I'm a cowboy On a steel horse I ride I'm wanted
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- Yea, Bizzy The Kid, the midwest cowboy, galloping to a hood near you. Imagine me bein signed to B2K (What?!) What you (Cenz.) think
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young You'll probably just ride away Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let '
Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out It's got me walkin
and away I did ride To marry my true love on the Red River side But her pa knew the secret and with twenty and four Come to fight this young cowboy on
mirror Still wet from ear to ear I'm praying he'll remember What you ride that last one Better make it fast one Jump while he's moving And just walk away
I'm a cowboy, cowboy on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted, wanted dead or alive Wanted, wanted dead or alive and I ride I'm a cowboy, cowboy on a steel
fish in it, now what am I gonna do when I wanna play cowboy? Ernie: Oh, umm, well (reaches for pot and puts it on Bert's head) Ride em cowboy, Bert! (
I'm a surfin ace. I'm riding my surfboard in a surfing race. The waves are getting restless, I'm about to fall. So I turn into a plane and fly away from
what am I gonna do when I wanna play cowboy? E: Oh, umm, well [reaches for pot and puts it on B.'s head] Ride em cowboy, Bert! [pats Bert
as a matter of fact to Them folks that ride in them Cowboy Cadillacs It's a matter of pride as a matter of fact to Them folks that ride in them Cowboy
Protect and serve Slice my nerve Gotta make sure everybody's gonna Get what they deserve I make my plea, down on my knees Street cowboy with a badge
in And it was his last chance to ride it And now he'll have to move along But he knows back in his mind that He won't be away for long And it's
a kiss and he rode away He never hung his brim up at Kitty's place Shoulda been a cowboy, should've learned to rope and ride Wearin' my six-shooter,