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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 desDtiny.
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 brown eyed D girls
Want playboys of the southGwestern 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 noCthing but G cowboy Am boots and a big sombDrero 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 brown eyed D girls
Want playboys of the south G, well from the southwestern world.

Outro
G Ah, we're still best friends...temporary cell mates.

1 2 3 G 3 C 1 1 1 D 1 2 3 Em 2 Am