[Intro]
This is a song
About best friends
[Verse 1]
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 mixing
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)
[Chorus]
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 hanging
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
This is a song
About best friends
[Verse 1]
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 mixing
Fire and gasoline
(And he'd say)
[Chorus]
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 hanging
From the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
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