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    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
    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
    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 set 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
    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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