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This is a song about best friends |
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John Roy was a boy I knew |
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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 two bad apples on our family tree |
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Kind of ripened and rotted 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 with no inhibition |
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Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline |
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And he'd say |
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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 of real hillbillies" |
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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 for luck |
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Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls?" |
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Want playboys of the south-western world |
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Long around our eighteenth year |
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We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here |
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Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas |
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We learned to drink Sangria till the dawns early light |
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Eat eggs Ranchero and throw up all night |
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And tell those daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo |
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Oh but my favorite memory at school that fall |
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Was the night John Roy came runnin down the hall |
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Wearin' nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero |
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And he was yellin' |
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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 of real hillbillies" |
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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 for luck |
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Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls? |
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Want playboys of the south-western world" |
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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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See the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache |
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Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash |
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He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexico Amigo" |
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But all I could think about was savin my own tail |
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When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail |
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So I pointed to John Roy and said "It's all his |
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Now please let me go" |
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Well it was your idea genius |
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I was just layin' there in bed |
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When you said |
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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 of real hillbillies" |
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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 for luck |
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Said "Don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls? |
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Want playboys of the south, real playboys from the south-western world" |
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Now we're still best friends |
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Temporary cell mates |
