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Blake Shelton Lyrics for Song: Hey Romeo
 Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Blake Shelton
 
 
 
 33785>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
 
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