Playboys Of The Southwestern World Lyrics - The Dreamer - 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 

Kind of ripened and rotted 

In our puberty 

Two kindred spirits bound by destiny. 

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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 of real hillbillies. 

Got a pocket full of cash 

And that old Ford truck 

A 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. 

Long around 

Our eighteenth year 

We found two airplane tickets 

The hell out of here 

Got scholarships 

To some small town 

School in Texas. 

Learned to drink Sangria 

'Til the dawns early light 

Eat eggs Ranchero 

And throw up all night 

And tell those daddy's girls 

We were majoring in a rodeo. 

Ah, but my 

Favorite memory 

At 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',) 

Hey, Romeo 

Let's go down to Mexico 

Chase senoritas 

Drink ourselves silly 

Show them Mexican girls 

A couple of real hillbillies. 

Got a pocket full of cash 

And that old Ford truck 

A 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. 

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 laid foot 

On Mexican soil 

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 

Well, it was your idea genius 

I was just layin' 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 of real hillbillies. 

Got a pocket full of cash 

And that old Ford truck 

A 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. 

Ah, we're still best friends 

Temporary cell-mates...