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John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Was about like mixin’ fire and gasoline
And he’d say

Hey Romeo, let’s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin’ from the mirror for luck
Said don’t you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around our tenth year
We found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas
We learned to drink Sangrias ’til the dawn’s early light
Eat eggs Ranchero’s and throw up all night
And tell those daddy’s girls we were majorin’ in the rodeo
Aw but my favorite memory of school that fall
Was the night John Roy came runnin’ down in the hall
Wearin’ nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
And he was yellin’

Hey Romeo, let’s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin’ from the mirror for luck
Said don’t you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

And I say we had a little change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan
And I said we got waylaid when
we set foot on Mexican soil
You see the borderman guard with
a fu manchu mustach
Kinda stumbled on John’s pocketful of American cash
He said “doin’ a little funny business in Mexico Amigo”
But all I could think about was savin’ my own tail
When he metioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed at John Roy and said
It’s all his, now please let me go,
I mean it was your idea genius
I was just layin’ there in bed, when you said

Hey Romeo, let’s go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin’ from the mirror for luck
Said don’t you know all those little brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Ah we’re still best friends
Temporary cell mates
Whoo

 

Songwriters
NEAL COTY, RANDY VANWARMER

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Blake Shelton - Playboys of the Southwestern World (lyrics)

This is a song
About best friends

John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me

The only two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well now I was smart
But I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild
With no inhibition
Was about like mixin
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around
Our eighteenth year
We found two plane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships
To some small town
School in Texas

Learned to drink Sangria
Til the dawns early light
Eat eggs Ranchero
And throw up all night
And tell those daddy's girls
We were majoring in a rodeo

Ah but my
Favorite memory
At school that fall
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin down the hall
Wearin nothin
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yellin)

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

And I said
We had a little
Change in plans
Like when Paul McCartney
Got busted in Japan
And I said
We got waylaid
When we laid foot
On Mexican soil
See the boarder guard
With the Fu Manchu mustache
Kind of stumbled on John's
Pocket full of American cash
He said
Doin a little funny business
In Mexico Amigo

But all I could think about
Was savin my own tail
When he mentioned ten years
In a Mexican jail
So I pointed to John Roy and said
It's all his now please let me go
Well it was your idea genius
I was just layin there in bed
When you said

Hey Romeo
Let's go down to Mexico
Chase senoritas
Drink ourselves silly
Show them Mexican girls
A couple of real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash
And that old Ford truck
A fuzzy cat hangin
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world

Ah we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates

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