Hey Romeo Lyrics

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)Blake Shelton - Hey Romeo - http://motolyrics.com/blake-shelton/hey-romeo-lyrics.html

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