Interpret:

Blake Shelton

Album:

The Dreamer

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


 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 plane 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