You play this towards the end where the ""'s are:
e----2--3---3--2-------e
B----3--3---3--3-------B
G----2--0---0--2-------G
D--0----0---0--0-------D
A------3---2---0-------A
E----------------------E
INTRO: G C G D G C G D
This is a song about best friends - -
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 G/B Am
Johnny was wild and no inhibition 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 Am7 D
Wearin nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
and he was yellin'
REPEAT 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.."
(third chorus all one strum until 'got a pocket full of cash')
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 Cadd9 G D (play til end of song)
Want playboys of the south,
well from the southwestern world.
Ah, we're still best friends...temporary cell mates.