Waylon Jennings - Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me lyrics

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 movin' is a closest thing to being free Willy rosins his riggins laid back his wages he's dead cert 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 makins as me Well I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me Now ladies we surely will take up your favors And we'll surely worn you there never will be A single soul living that could put brand or handle On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me Well dance on the mountains shout in the canyons Swarm it ain't loose herd like a wild buffalo Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles and tellin' us stuff that we already know Willy you're wild... Yeah Willy you're wild...