Playboys Of The Southwestern World [G] - Blake Shelton [Intro] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D] Verse 1: This is a song about best friends - - [G]John Roy was [C]a boy I knew since [G]he was three and [D]I was two [G]Grew up two little [C]houses down from [D]me The [G]only bad apples on [C]our family tree Kinda [G]ripened and rottened in [D]our puberty [G]Two kindred spirits, [C]bound by des[D]tiny. Well, now [Em]I was smart but I [D]lacked ambition, [C]Johnny was wild and [G]no inhibition was [C]about like [G]mixin' [Am]fire and [Am]gasoline [D]and he said, |[Chorus] |[G]"Hey, [C]Romeo, [G]let's go down to [D]Mexico |[G]Chase senoritas, drink [C]ourselves silly, |Show them [G]Mexican girls a couple [D]real hillbillys. |Got a [G]pocket full of cash and that [C]old Ford truck, |[G]Fuzzy cat hangin from the [D]mirror hook. |Said [C]don't you [G]know all those [Am]little browneyed [D]girls |Want playboys of the south[G]western world." |La [C]la la la la la [G]la la la la la la [D]la |[G]Sha la [C]la la la la [G]la la la la la la [D]la Verse 2: [G]Along around our [C]18th year, Found [G]two airplane tickets to the [D]hell outta here. Got [G]scholarships to some [C]small town school in [D]Texas. We learned to [G]drink Sangria's til the [C]dawn's early light, Eat [G]Ranchero's and throw [D]up all night, And [G]tell those daddy's [C]girls we were majorin' in the [D]rodeo. Aw, but my [Em]favorite memory in [D]school that fall Was the [C]night John Roy came runnin' [G]down in the hall Wearin no[C]thing but [G]cowboy [Am]boots and a big somb[D]rero and he was yellin' [Chorus] Verse 3: And I [C]said we had a little [G]change in plans, Like when [C]Paul McCartney got [G]busted in Japan. And I [C]said we got [G]waylaid when we set [Am]foot on Mexican [D]soil. You see, the [G]borderman guard with the fumanchu [C]mustache Kinda [G]stumbled upon John's pocket of American [D]cash. He said "[G]Doin' a little funny [C]business in Mexcio, [D]Amigo?" And [Em]all I could think about was savin' [D]my own tail When he [C]mentioned 10 years in a [G]Mexican jail So I [C]pointed at [G]John Roy and [Am]said "It's all [Am]his...now please let me [D]go. It was your idea, genius. I was just layin' there in bed when you said.." |[Chorus] |"[G]Hey, [C]Romeo, [G]let's go down to [D]Mexico |[G]Chase senoritas, drink [C]ourselves silly, |Show them [G]Mexican girls a couple [D]real hillbillys. |Got a [G]pocket full of cash and that [C]old Ford truck, |[G]Fuzzy cat hangin from the [D]mirror hook. |Said [C]don't you [G]know all those [Am]little browneyed [D]girls |Want playboys of the south[G], well from the southwestern world. Outro: [G]Ah, we're still best friends...temporary cell mates.