Willy the Wandering Gypsy in Me

(Billy Joe Shaver)



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 movin' is a closest thing to being free.



Willy rosins his riggins laid back his wages

He's dead certain ridin' the big rodeo

My woman's tight with an overdue baby

And Willy keeps yelling hey Gypsy let's go.



Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makins as me

Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freeze us over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me.



Now ladies we surely will take up your favors

And we'll surely worn you there never will be

A single soul living that could put brand or handle

On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me.



We'll dance on the mountains, shout in the canyons

Swarm it ain't loose herd like a wild buffalo

Jammin' our heads full of figures

And angles and tellin' us stuff that we already know.



Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makins as me

Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freeze us over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me.



Yeah, Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makins as me

Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freeze us over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me...