Playboys of the Southwestern World (Hey Romeo)


** You play this towards the end where the "**"'s are.

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INTRO
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This is a song about best friends - -

G            Cadd9              G                D
John Roy was a boy I knew since he was three and I was two
 G                  Cadd9           D
Grew up two little houses down from me
     G                 Cadd9
The only bad apples on our family tree
        G                      D
Kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty
  G                   Cadd9       D
Two kindred spirits, bound by destiny.
          Em                 D
Well, now I was smart but I lacked ambition,
  C                  G                 C         G/B     Am
Johnny was wild and no inhibition was about like mixin' fire and 
 Am7  D
gasoline and he said,


*CHORUS*
  G   Cadd9   G                 D
"Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
 G                      Cadd9
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly,
           G                      D
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillys.
       G                           Cadd9
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
  G                        D
Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
      C         G/B            Am     Am7        D
Said don't you know all those little browneyed girls
                           G             
Want playboys of the southwestern world."
   Cadd9           G                D
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
G      Cadd9       G                D
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la 


G                Cadd9
Along around our 18th year,
       G                           D
Found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here.
      G                   Cadd9                D
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas.
               G                      Cadd9
We learned to drink Sangria's til the dawn's early light,
   G                     D                 
Eat Ranchero's and throw up all night, 
     G                  Cadd9                         D
And tell those daddy's girls we were majorin' in the rodeo.
             Em                D
Aw, but my favorite memory in school that fall
         C                           G
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall
          C         G/B    Am         Am7      D
Wearin nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero and he was yellin'

*REPEAT CHORUS*

       C                     G
And I said we had a little change in plans,
           C                  G
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan.
       C          G/B                  Am       Am7     D  ** 
And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil.
               G(1)                          C(1)
You see, the borderman guard with the fumanchu mustache
        G(1)                                   D(1)
Kinda stumbled upon John's pocket of American cash.
          G(1)                   C(1)              D(1)
He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexcio, Amigo?"
     Em(1)                             D(1)
And all I could think about was savin' my own tail 
         C(1)                     G(1)
When he mentioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
      C(1)       G/B(1)       Am(1)
So I pointed at John Roy and said
          Am7(1)                   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')

  G   Cadd9   G                 D
"Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
 G                      Cadd9
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly,
           G                      D
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillys.
       G                           Cadd9
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
  G                        D
Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
      C         G/B            Am      Am7       D
Said don't you know all those little browneyed girls
                          G    Cadd9  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.