Hey Romeo Lyrics - Blake Shelton

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 

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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