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w**** the Wandering Gypsy and Me Lyrics

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers

And moving does more than the same thing for me
w**** he tells me that doers and thinkers say movin' is a closest thing to being free

w**** 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 w**** keeps yelling hey Gypsy let's go

w**** 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
w**** 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 w**** 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

w**** you're wild...

Yeah w**** you're wild...
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