INTRO
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This is a song about best friends - -

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John Roy was a boy I knew 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 bad apples on our family tree
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Kinda ripened and rottened 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 and no inhibition was about like mixin' fire and 
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gasoline and he said,


*CHORUS*
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"Hey, Romeo, 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 hillbillys.
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Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
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Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
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Said don't you know all those little browneyed girls
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Want playboys of the southwestern world."
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La la la la la la la la la la la la la
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Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la 


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Along around our 18th year,
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Found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here.
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Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas.
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We learned to drink Sangria's til the dawn's early light,
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Eat Eggs Rancheros and throw up all night, 
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And tell those daddy's girls we were majorin' in the rodeo.
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Aw, but my favorite memory in school that fall
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Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall
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Wearin nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero and he was yellin'

*CHORUS*
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"Hey, Romeo, 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 hillbillys.
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Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
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Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
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Said don't you know all those little browneyed girls
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Want playboys of the southwestern world."
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La la la la la la la la la la la la la
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Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la 

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And I said we had a little change in plans,
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Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan.
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And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil.
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You see, the borderman guard with the fumanchu mustache
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Kinda stumbled upon John's pocket of American cash.
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He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexcio, Amigo?"
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And all I could think about was savin' my own tail 
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When he mentioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
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So I pointed at John Roy and said
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"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')

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"Hey, Romeo, 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 hillbillys.
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Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
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Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
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Said don't you know all those little brown eyed girls
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Want playboys of the south,