Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me

(Billy Joe Shaver)



Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinker

But moving does more than that drinking for me

Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers

Say moving's the closest thing to being free.



He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages

He's dead set on ridin' the big rodeos

My woman's tight with an overdue baby

And Willy keeps yelling hey big T let's go.



Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makins as me

And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freezes over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me.



Now ladies we surely will take up your pleasures

But I've got to warn ya there never will be

A single soul living can put brand or handle

On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me.



Well they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons

And they swarm in a loose herd like the wild buffalos

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

And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freezes over

Willy the wandering Gypsy and me.



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