Karaoke Playboys of the Southwestern World Blake Shelton

This is a song about best friends

John Roy was a boy I knew since he was three and I was two

Grew up two little houses down from me

The only two bad apples on our family tree

Kinda ripened and rotted in our puberty

Two kindred spirits bound by destiny

Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition

Johnny was wild with no inhibition

Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline and he'd say

Hey Romeo let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck

Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world

Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah, lah lah lah lah

Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah, lah lah lah lah

Long around our eighteenth year

We found two airplane tickets the hell outta here

Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas

We learned to drink Sangrias till the dawn's early light

Eat eggs rancheros and throw up all night

Tell those daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo

Aw 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 an he was yellin'

Hey Romeo let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck

Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world

Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah, lah lah lah lah

Lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah lah

And I'd say we had a little change in plans

Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan

And I say we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil

You see the border guard with the Fu Manchu mustache

Kinda stumbled on John's pocketful of American cash

And 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 lyin' there in bed when you said

Hey Romeo let's go down to Mexico

Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly

Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies

Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck

Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck

Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls want playboys of the south

Real playboys from the southwestern world

Aw we're still best friends temporary cellmates

Wooh, hey amigo