Blake Shelton - Playboys Of The Southwestern World guitar chord
Blake Shelton - "Playboys of the Southwestern World"
TUNE DOWN 1/2 STEP
INTRO LICK
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This is a song about best friends
G C
John Roy was a boy I knew
G D
Since he was three and I was two
G C D
Grew up two little houses down from me
G C
The only two bad apples on our family tree
G D
Kind of ripened and rotted in our puberty
G C D
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Em D
Well now I was smart, but I lacked ambition
C G
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
C Am D
Was about like mixin' fire and gasoline
And he'd say
G C
Hey Romeo
G D
Let's go down to Mexico
G C
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly
G D
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies
G C
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
G D
A fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
C Am D
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
G C G D G C G D
Want playboys of the southwestern world
G C
Long around our eighteenth year
G D
We found two airplane tickets the hell out of here
G C D
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas
G C
We learned to drink Sangrias 'till the dawns early light
G D
Eat eggs Rancheros and throw up all night
G C D
And tell those Daddy's girls we were majoring in a rodeo
Em D
Ah, but my favorite memory of school that fall
C G
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down the hall
C Am D
Wearin nothin' but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
And he was yellin'
(Repeat Chorus)
Am Em
And I said, we had a little change in plans
C G
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan
C Bm
And I said we got waylaid
Am G D
When we set foot on Mexican soil
G C
You see the boarder guard with the Fu Manchu mustache
G D
Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash
He said
G C D
"Doin' a little funny business in Mexico, Amigo"
Em D
But all I could think about was savin' my own tail
C G
When he mentioned ten years in a Mexican jail
C Bm Am
So I pointed to John Roy and said
G D
"It's all his now please let me go"
I mean it was your idea genius
I was just layin' there in bed
When you said
(Repeat Chorus)
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Ah, we're still best friends
Temporary cell mates
