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Kid rock
Cocky
02. Forever

Riff 1 (main Riff)       Riff 2 (something like this)
------------------------ -5p3p0-0-------------------------
------------------------ ---------5p3p0-0-----------------
------------------------ -----------------4p2p0-----------
------------2----------- -----------------------2-4p2p0---
-2-2--2-5-2---2-2-2-5-2- -------------------------------2-
-0-0--0-3-0---0-0-0-3-0- ---------------------------------

Oh, I`m back
The fog is lifted
The earth has shifted
It raised the gifted
You knew I`d be back, so pack your bone
And hit the road jack, cause daddy`s home
With the funky hot grits
Thick like Al Roker
Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make

(this second gtr riff in chorus)
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-7b9-7-
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I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Get ya higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Got money like Fort Knox
I`ll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

The junkies are still cigar pumping
Still the same cause I ain`t changed nothing
Huffing and puffing, I got you rookies
All in check doing the red neck boogie
The king is back to retract the wack
Repack my sack with the double fat back
Forget all that, I`m still singing
And like kids on monkey bars, I`m still swinging
Thought I`d get dusty
Thought I`d get rusty
Thought I`d get rich and quit
Oh he must be fat and ugly, broke black and blue
But I`m trim, fit, rich and I`m back for round 2
Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon
Dead right, that`s how I`m living
Giving you more than the frauds and fakes
They can`t make the kind of music I make


I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Get ya higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Got money like Fort Knox
I`ll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

solo part
Gtr 1         Gtr 2 (maybe)
----------5- -----------------------------------
----0-0-0-5- -----------------------------------
----1-1-1--- -7h9-9p7------14p12----12-12-12-14-
----2-2-2--- ---------9-8b-------14-------------
-2--2-2-2--- -----------------------------------
-0--0-0-0--- -----------------------------------

(this is played here something like this)
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-16--15h16--15s14--11h12p11--11h12-15h16--s19--19s18--15--16-
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The black cat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm, still misbehaving
Finger in the air and the flag still waiving
Young one don`t test the boss, cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease
But you can`t fuck with rhymes like these
Thump it like a drum kit with riffs that split picks
Pump it for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift, I`m about to unwrap it
Eight ball side pocket, eight ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow, you know how I live
You can`t say that kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world

I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Get ya higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Got money like Fort Knox
I`ll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

Punk rock forever
Hip hop forever
Tree top forever
Kid Rock Yeah
Souther rock forever
Hip Hop forever
Fort Knox forever
Kid Rock forever 

Punk rock forever
Hip hop forever
Souther rock forever
Kid Rock forever

Outro
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Kid rock
Cocky
02. Forever

Riff 1 (main Riff)       Riff 2 (something like this)
------------------------ -5p3p0-0-------------------------
------------------------ ---------5p3p0-0-----------------
------------------------ -----------------4p2p0-----------
------------2----------- -----------------------2-4p2p0---
-2-2--2-5-2---2-2-2-5-2- -------------------------------2-
-0-0--0-3-0---0-0-0-3-0- ---------------------------------

Oh, I`m back
The fog is lifted
The earth has shifted
It raised the gifted
You knew I`d be back, so pack your bone
And hit the road jack, cause daddy`s home
With the funky hot grits
Thick like Al Roker
Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make

(this second gtr riff in chorus)
-------
-------
-7b9-7-
-------
-------
-------

I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Get ya higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Got money like Fort Knox
I`ll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

The junkies are still cigar pumping
Still the same cause I ain`t changed nothing
Huffing and puffing, I got you rookies
All in check doing the red neck boogie
The king is back to retract the wack
Repack my sack with the double fat back
Forget all that, I`m still singing
And like kids on monkey bars, I`m still swinging
Thought I`d get dusty
Thought I`d get rusty
Thought I`d get rich and quit
Oh he must be fat and ugly, broke black and blue
But I`m trim, fit, rich and I`m back for round 2
Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon
Dead right, that`s how I`m living
Giving you more than the frauds and fakes
They can`t make the kind of music I make


I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Get ya higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Got money like Fort Knox
I`ll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

solo part
Gtr 1         Gtr 2 (maybe)
----------5- -----------------------------------
----0-0-0-5- -----------------------------------
----1-1-1--- -7h9-9p7------14p12----12-12-12-14-
----2-2-2--- ---------9-8b-------14-------------
-2--2-2-2--- -----------------------------------
-0--0-0-0--- -----------------------------------

(this is played here something like this)
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
-16--15h16--15s14--11h12p11--11h12-15h16--s19--19s18--15--16-
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------

The black cat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm, still misbehaving
Finger in the air and the flag still waiving
Young one don`t test the boss, cause I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease
But you can`t fuck with rhymes like these
Thump it like a drum kit with riffs that split picks
Pump it for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift, I`m about to unwrap it
Eight ball side pocket, eight ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow, you know how I live
You can`t say that kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world

I make punk rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Get ya higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
Got money like Fort Knox
I`ll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

Punk rock forever
Hip hop forever
Tree top forever
Kid Rock Yeah
Souther rock forever
Hip Hop forever
Fort Knox forever
Kid Rock forever 

Punk rock forever
Hip hop forever
Souther rock forever
Kid Rock forever

Outro
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-15b17----17-12---------------------------
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