Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me

Three fingers whiskey, pleasures the drinkers

And moving does more than the same things for me

Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers

Say moving is the closest thing to being free.



Well, he's rosined his reggins, laid back his wages

He's dead set on riding in the big rodeo

My woman's tired with an overdue baby

Willie keeps yelling, ''Hey, gypsy let's go.''



Chorus:

Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern

Ready rolled from the same makin's as me

I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til hell freezes over

Willie the wandering gypsy and me.



Ladies we surely will take all your favors

And we'll surely warn you there never will be

A single soul living that could put a brand or handle

On Willie the wandering gypsy and me.



Dance on the mountain, shout in the canyons

Swarm in a loose heard like a wild buffalo

Jamming our heads full of figures and angles

And telling us stuff that we already know.



Chorus:

Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern

Ready rolled from the same makin's as me

I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til hell freezes over

Willie the wandering gypsy and me.



Chorus:

Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern

Ready rolled from the same makin's as me

I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til hell freezes over

Willie the wandering gypsy and me...