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| G | C | G | D | G | C | G | D |
| This is a song about best friends - - |
| G | Cadd9 | G | D | |
| John Roy was | a boy I knew since | he was three and | I was two |
| G | Cadd9 | D | |
| G | rew up two little h | ouses down from | me |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| The o | nly bad apples on | our family tree |
| G | D | |
| Kinda ri | pened and rottened in o | ur puberty |
| G | Cadd9 | D | |
| Tw | o kindred spirits, b | ound by dest | iny. |
| Em | D | |
| Well, now | I was smart but I l | acked ambition, |
| C | G | C | G/B | Am | |
| Jo | hnny was wild and n | o inhibition was a | bout like | mixin' f | ire and |
| Am7 | D | |
| g | asoli | ne and he said, |
| *CHORUS* |
| G | Cadd9 | G | D | |
| "H | ey, | Romeo, l | et's go down to Me | xico |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| C | hase senoritas, drink o | urselves silly, |
| G | D | |
| Show them M | exican girls a couple r | eal hillbillys. |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| Got a p | ocket full of cash and that | old Ford truck, |
| G | D | |
| Fu | zzy cat hangin from the m | irror hook. |
| C | G/B | Am | Am7 | D | |
| Said d | on't you k | now all those l | ittle b | rowneyed gi | rls |
| G | |
| Want playboys of the southw | estern world." |
| Cadd9 | G | D | |
| La | la la la la la l | a la la la la la | la |
| G | Cadd9 | G | D | |
| Sha la | la la la la | la la la la la la | la |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| Along around our | 18th year, |
| G | D | |
| Found t | wo airplane tickets to the h | ell outta here. |
| G | Cadd9 | D | |
| Got sc | holarships to some s | mall town school in T | exas. |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| We learned to d | rink Sangria's til the | dawn's early light, |
| G | D | |
| Eat | Ranchero's and throw | up all night, |
| G | Cadd9 | D | |
| And t | ell those daddy's g | irls we were majorin' in the r | odeo. |
| Em | D | |
| Aw, but my fa | vorite memory in s | chool that fall |
| C | G | |
| Was the n | ight John Roy came runnin' d | own in the hall |
| C | G/B | Am | Am7 | D | |
| Wearin not | hing but c | owboy b | oots and a | big sombr | ero and he was yellin' |
| *REPEAT CHORUS* |
| C | G | |
| And I s | aid we had a little ch | ange in plans, |
| C | G | |
| Like when P | aul McCartney got b | usted in Japan. |
| C G/B Am Am7 D ** |
| And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil. |
| G(1 | C(1 | |
| You see, the bo | rderman guard with the fumanch | u mustache |
| G(1 | D(1 | |
| Kinda st | umbled upon John's pocket of American c | ash. |
| G(1 | C(1 | D(1 | |
| He said "D | oin' a little funny bus | iness in Mexcio, A | migo?" |
| Em(1 | D(1 | |
| And a | ll I could think about was savin' | my own tail |
| C(1 | G(1 | |
| When he m | entioned 10 years in a Me | xican jail |
| C(1 | G/B(1 | Am(1 | |
| So I p | ointed at J | ohn Roy and s | aid |
| Am7(1) D ** |
| "It's all his...now please let me go. |
| --- | |
| It | was your idea, genius. |
| I was just layin' there in bed when you said.." |
| (third chorus all one strum until 'got a pocket full of cash') |
| G | Cadd9 | G | D | |
| "H | ey, | Romeo, l | et's go down to Me | xico |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| C | hase senoritas, drink o | urselves silly, |
| G | D | |
| Show them M | exican girls a couple r | eal hillbillys. |
| G | Cadd9 | |
| Got a p | ocket full of cash and that | old Ford truck, |
| G | D | |
| Fu | zzy cat hangin from the m | irror hook. |
| C | G/B | Am | Am7 | D | |
| Said d | on't you k | now all those l | ittle br | owneyed gi | rls |
| G Cadd9 G D (play til end of song) |
| Want playboys of the south, |
| well from the southwestern world. |
| Ah, we're still best friends...temporary cell mates. |