Willie the Wandering Gypsy
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
He rosined his reggins, laid back his wages
He's dead set on riding the big rodeos
My woman's tied with an overdue baby
And Willie keeps yelling, "Hey, big boy let's go"
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
And a reckon will ramble 'til 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 can put brand or handle
On Willie the wandering gypsy and me
Well, they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
They swarm in a loose heard like wild buffalo
Jamming our heads full of figures and angles
And telling us stuff that we already know
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
And a reckon will ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me
A reckon will ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me
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
He rosined his reggins, laid back his wages
He's dead set on riding the big rodeos
My woman's tied with an overdue baby
And Willie keeps yelling, "Hey, big boy let's go"
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
And a reckon will ramble 'til 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 can put brand or handle
On Willie the wandering gypsy and me
Well, they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
They swarm in a loose heard like wild buffalo
Jamming our heads full of figures and angles
And telling us stuff that we already know
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
And a reckon will ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me
A reckon will ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me
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Writer(s): Billy Shaver
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