Willy The Wandering Gispsy And Me

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 rigging, he laid back his wages He's dead set on riding the big rodeos My woman's tight with an overdue baby And Willy keeps yelling, "Hey, Big T, let's go!" [Chorus] Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Ready-rolled from the same makings as me And I reckon we'll ramble 'til hell freezes over Willy the Wandering Gypsy and me [Verse 2] Now, ladies, we surely will take up your pleasures But I've gotta warn you, 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 And telling us stuff that we already know [Chorus] Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Ready-rolled from the same makings as me And I reckon we'll ramble 'til hell freezes over Willy the Wandering Gypsy and me Would you believe Billy Joe Shaver and me?
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Credits
- Writers
- Tom T. Hall