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Playboys Of The Southwestern World - Blake Shelton
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.
Instrumental with lala la a

Long around
Our eighteenth year
We found two airplane 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