Lyrics 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
Long around our eighteenth year
We found two airplane tickets
The hell out of here
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas
We 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