Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers

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

He's a dead set on riding on the big rodeos

My woman's tight with an overdue baby

Willy keeps 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'll ramble till hell freezes over

Willy, the wandering gypsy and me

Now ladies, we surely will take up your favors

And we'll surely 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 wild buffaloes

Jamming our heads full of figures and angles

Telling us shit that we already know

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

Ready rolled from the same makings as me

And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freezes over

Willy, the wandering gypsy and me