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