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
Well he's rosined his riggins and laid back his wages
He's dead set on ridin' the big rodeo
My woman's tight with an overdue baby
And 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
Well I reckon we're gonna 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 you there never will be
A single soul living that could put brand or handle
On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
We'll dance on the mountains, shout in the canyons
And they swarm in loose herds like wild buffalo
Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles
And tellin' us stuff that we already know
Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
Well I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
Yeah Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
Well I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
Willy the wandering Gypsy and me