Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me (Shaver Billy Joe)

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