Playboys of the Southwestern World(Chords)

	        
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This is a song about best friends 
 
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John Roy was a boy I knew 
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Since he was three and I was two 
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Grew up two little houses down from me 
 
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The only two bad apples on our family tree 
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Kind of ripened and rotted in our puberty 
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Two kindred spirits bound by destiny 
 
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Well now I was smart, but I lacked ambition 
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Johnny was wild with no inhibition 
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Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline 
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And he'd say 
 
 
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Hey Romeo 
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Let's go down to Mexico 
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Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly 
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Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies 
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Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck 
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A fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck 
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Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls 
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Want playboys of the southwestern world 
 
 
Long around our eighteenth year 
We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here 
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas 
 
We learned to drink Sangrias 'till the dawns early light 
Eat eggs Rancheros and throw up all night 
And tell those Daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo 
 
Ah, but my favorite memory of school that fall 
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down the hall 
Wearin nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero 
And he was yellin' 
 
(Repeat Chorus) 
 
And I said, we had a little change in plans 
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan 
And I said we got waylaid 
When we set foot on Mexican soil 
 
You see the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache 
Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash 
He said 
'Doin' a little funny business in Mexico, Amigo' 
 
But all I could think about was savin' my own tail 
When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail 
So I pointed to John Roy and said 
'It's all his now please let me go' 
I mean it was your idea genius 
I was just layin' there in bed 
When you said 
 
(Repeat Chorus) 
 
Ah, we're still best friends 
Temporary cell mates 
 
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