Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me

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 moving is the closest thing to being free Now he's a rosined, he's rigging, he's laid back his wages He's dead set on riding on the big rodeo And my woman's tight with an overdue baby And Willy keeps a-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're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me Now, ladies, we surely will take of your favors And we'll surely warn you there never will be A single soul living that could put brand or handle On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me They dance on the mountains, they shout in the canyons Swarm in a loose herd like a wild buffalo Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles And tellin' us things we already know Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Ready rolled from the same makings as me And I know we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Willy's rolled from the same makings as me And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me Willy the wandering Gypsy and me