Playboys Of The Southwestern World
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.