Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers

And moving does more than the same thing for me

Willy, he tells me that doers and thinkers

Say moving is the closest thing to being free

Now he's a rosined, he's rigging, he's laid back his wages

He's dead set on riding on the big rodeo

And my woman's tight with an overdue baby

And Willy keeps a-yelling, "Hey, Gypsy, let's go"

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makings as me

And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

Now, ladies, we surely will take of your favors

And we'll surely warn you there never will be

A single soul living that could put brand or handle

On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

They dance on the mountains, they shout in the canyons

Swarm in a loose herd like a wild buffalo

Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles

And tellin' us things we already know

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makings as me

And I know we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Willy's rolled from the same makings as me

And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me