Willie The Wandering Gypsy
(Billy Joe Shaver)
Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinker
But moving does more than that drinking 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 the big rodeo
My woman's tied with an overdue baby
And Willie keeps yelling hey big boy let's go
CHORUS
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makins as me
I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me
Ladies we surely will take of your pleasures
But I've gotta warn you there never will be
A single soul living that could put brand or handle
On Willie the wandering gypsy and me
Well they dance on the mountains shout in the canyons
They 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
I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me
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