Аккорды Shelton Blake - "Playboys Of The Southwestern World"

            Intro
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G        Cadd9         G           D
John Roy was a boy I knew since he was three and I was two
 G            Cadd9       D
Grew up two little houses down from me
   G           Cadd9
The only bad apples on our family tree
     G               D
Kinda ripened and rottened in our puberty
 G             Cadd9     D
Two kindred spirits, bound by destiny.
       Em           D
Well, now I was smart but I lacked ambition,
 C            G           C    
Johnny was wild and no inhibition 
  G/B   Am
was about like mixin' fire and
 Am7 D
gasoline and he said,

Chorus:
 G  Cadd9  G           D
"Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
 G               Cadd9
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly,
       G               D
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillys.
     G                  Cadd9
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
 G                D
Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
    C      G/B        Am   Am7     D
Said don't you know all those little browneyed girls
                  G
Want playboys of the southwestern world."
  Cadd9       G           D
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
G    Cadd9     G           D
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la

G           Cadd9
Along around our 18th year,
     G                  D
Found two airplane tickets to the hell outta here.
    G             Cadd9           D
Got scholarships to some small town school in Texas.
          G               Cadd9
We learned to drink Sangria's til the dawn's early light,
  G              D
Eat Ranchero's and throw up all night,
   G            Cadd9                 D
And tell those daddy's girls we were majorin' in the rodeo.
         Em           D
Aw, but my favorite memory in school that fall
      C                  G
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall
       C      G/B   Am     
Wearin nothing but cowboy boots 
 Am7    D
and a big sombrero and he was yellin'

Chorus

     C              G
And I said we had a little change in plans,
       C            G
Like when Paul McCartney got busted in Japan.
     C       G/B            Am     Am7   D 
And I said we got waylaid when we set foot on Mexican soil.
          G                  C
You see, the borderman guard with the fumanchu mustache
     G                        D
Kinda stumbled upon John's pocket of American cash.
       G             C         D
He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexcio, Amigo?"
   Em                    D
And all I could think about was savin' my own tail
      C              G
When he mentioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
    C     G/B     Am
So I pointed at John Roy and said
       Am7             D 
"It's all his...now please let me go.
It was your idea, genius.
I was just layin' there in bed when you said.."

 G  Cadd9  G           D
"Hey, Romeo, let's go down to Mexico
 G               Cadd9
Chase senoritas, drink ourselves silly,
       G               D
Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillys.
     G                  Cadd9
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck,
 G                D
Fuzzy cat hangin from the mirror hook.
    C      G/B        Am    Am7     D
Said don't you know all those little browneyed girls
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Want playboys of the south,
well from the southwestern world.
Ah, we're still best friends...temporary cell mates.