Playboys Of The Southwestern World chords

[INTRO]
[G] [C] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G] [D]

This is a song about best friends - -

[G]John Roy was [C]a boy I knew si[G]nce he was three [D]and I was two
G[G]rew up two little h[C]ouses down f[D]rom me
The o[G]nly bad apples on [C]our family tree
Kinda ri[G]pened and rottened in o[D]ur puberty
Tw[G]o kindred spirits, b[C]ound by [D]destiny.
Well, now [Em]I was smart but I l[D]acked ambition,
Jo[C]hnny was wild and n[G]o inhibition was a[C]bout like [G/B]mixin' f[Am]ire and
g[Am]asol[D]ine and he said,

[*CHORUS*]
&q[G]uot;[C]Hey,[G] Romeo, let's go d[D]own to Mexico
C[G]hase senoritas, drink o[C]urselves silly,
Show them M[G]exican girls a couple r[D]eal hillbillys.
Got a p[G]ocket full of cash and that [C]old Ford truck,
Fu[G]zzy cat hangin from the m[D]irror hook.
Said d[C]on't you k[G/B]now all those l[Am]ittle b[Am]rowneyed g[D]irls
Want playboys of the southw[G]estern world."
La [C]la la la la [G]la la la la la la[D] la la
[G]Sha la [C]la la la[G] la la la la la l[D]a la la

[G]Along around our [C]18th year,
Found t[G]wo airplane tickets to the h[D]ell outta here.
Got sc[G]holarships to some s[C]mall town school [D]in Texas.
We learned to d[G]rink Sangria's til the [C]dawn's early light,
Eat[G] Ranchero's and throw [D]up all night,
And t[G]ell those daddy's g[C]irls we were majorin' in t[D]he rodeo.
Aw, but my fa[Em]vorite memory in s[D]chool that fall
Was the n[C]ight John Roy came runnin' d[G]own in the hall
Wearin not[C]hing but c[G/B]owboy b[Am]oots and a [Am]big somb[D]rero and he was yellin'

*REPEAT CHORUS*

And I s[C]aid we had a little ch[G]ange in plans,
Like when P[C]aul McCartney got b[G]usted in Japan.
[C] [G/B] [Am] [Am] [D] **
And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil.
You see, the bo[G]rderman guard with the fuma[C]nchu mustache
Kinda st[G]umbled upon John's pocket of America[D]n cash.
He said &q[G]uot;Doin' a little f[C]unny business i[D]n Mexcio, Amigo'"
And a[Em]ll I could think about was savi[D]n' my own tail
When he m[C]entioned 10 years in a[G] Mexican jail
So I p[C]ointed a[G/B]t John Roy[Am] and said
[Am] [D] **
"It's all his...now please let me go.
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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')

&q[G]uot;[C]Hey,[G] Romeo, let's go d[D]own to Mexico
C[G]hase senoritas, drink o[C]urselves silly,
Show them M[G]exican girls a couple r[D]eal hillbillys.
Got a p[G]ocket full of cash and that [C]old Ford truck,
Fu[G]zzy cat hangin from the m[D]irror hook.
Said d[C]on't you k[G/B]now all those l[Am]ittle br[Am]own eyed [D]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.