playboys of the southwestern world ( hey romeo )
intro
G C G D G C G D
this is a song about best friends – –
G C G D
john roy was a boy i knew since he was three and i was two
G C D
grew up two little houses down from me
G C
the only bad apples on our family tree
G D
kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty
G C D
two kindred spirits , bound by destiny .
Em D
well , now i was smart but i lacked ambition ,
C G C G/B Am
johnny was wild and no inhibition was about like mixin’ fire and
Am D
gasoline and he said ,
* chorus *
G C G D
“hey , romeo , let’s go down to mexico
G C
chase senoritas , drink ourselves silly ,
G D
show them mexican girls a couple real hillbillys .
G C
got a pocket full of cash and that old ford truck ,
G D
fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook .
C G/B Am Am D
said don’t you know all those little browneyed girls
G
want playboys of the southwestern world . ”
C G D
la la la la la la la la la la la la la
G C G D
sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
G C
along around our 18th year ,
G D
found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here .
G C D
got scholarships to some small town school in texas .
G C
we learned to drink sangria’s til the dawn’s early light ,
G D
eat ranchero’s and throw up all night ,
G C D
and tell those Daddy’s girls we were majorin’ in the rodeo .
Em D
aw , but my favorite memory in school that fall
C G
was the night john roy came runnin’ down in the hall
C G/B Am Am D
wearin nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero and he was yellin’
* repeat chorus *
C G
and i said we had a little change in plans ,
C G
like when paul mccartney got busted in japan .
C G/B Am Am D * *
and i said we got waylaid when we set foot on mexican soil .
G C
you see , the borderman guard with the fumanchu mustache
G D
kinda stumbled upon john’s pocket of american cash .
G C D
he said “doin’ a little funny business in mexcio , amigo?”
Em D
and all i could think about was savin’ my own tail
C G
when he mentioned 10 years in a mexican jail
C G/B Am
so i pointed at john roy and said
Am 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 C G D
“hey , romeo , let’s go down to mexico
G C
chase senoritas , drink ourselves silly ,
G D
show them mexican girls a couple real hillbillys .
G C
got a pocket full of cash and that old ford truck ,
G D
fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook .
C G/B Am Am D
said don’t you know all those little brown eyed girls
G C 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 .
playboys of the southwestern world ( hey romeo )
intro
G C G D G C G D
this is a song about best friends – –
G C G D
john roy was a boy i knew since he was three and i was two
G C D
grew up two little houses down from me
G C
the only bad apples on our family tree
G D
kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty
G C D
two kindred spirits , bound by destiny .
Em D
well , now i was smart but i lacked ambition ,
C G C G/B Am
johnny was wild and no inhibition was about like mixin’ fire and
Am D
gasoline and he said ,
* chorus *
G C G D
“hey , romeo , let’s go down to mexico
G C
chase senoritas , drink ourselves silly ,
G D
show them mexican girls a couple real hillbillys .
G C
got a pocket full of cash and that old ford truck ,
G D
fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook .
C G/B Am Am D
said don’t you know all those little browneyed girls
G
want playboys of the southwestern world . ”
C G D
la la la la la la la la la la la la la
G C G D
sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
G C
along around our 18th year ,
G D
found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here .
G C D
got scholarships to some small town school in texas .
G C
we learned to drink sangria’s til the dawn’s early light ,
G D
eat ranchero’s and throw up all night ,
G C D
and tell those Daddy’s girls we were majorin’ in the rodeo .
Em D
aw , but my favorite memory in school that fall
C G
was the night john roy came runnin’ down in the hall
C G/B Am Am D
wearin nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero and he was yellin’
* repeat chorus *
C G
and i said we had a little change in plans ,
C G
like when paul mccartney got busted in japan .
C G/B Am Am D * *
and i said we got waylaid when we set foot on mexican soil .
G C
you see , the borderman guard with the fumanchu mustache
G D
kinda stumbled upon john’s pocket of american cash .
G C D
he said “doin’ a little funny business in mexcio , amigo?”
Em D
and all i could think about was savin’ my own tail
C G
when he mentioned 10 years in a mexican jail
C G/B Am
so i pointed at john roy and said
Am 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 C G D
“hey , romeo , let’s go down to mexico
G C
chase senoritas , drink ourselves silly ,
G D
show them mexican girls a couple real hillbillys .
G C
got a pocket full of cash and that old ford truck ,
G D
fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook .
C G/B Am Am D
said don’t you know all those little brown eyed girls
G C 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 .
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