w**** the Wandering Gypsy and Me Lyrics

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers
Moving does more than that drinking for me
w****, 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
w**** keeps yelling, "Hey gypsy, let's go"

w****, 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
w****, 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 w****, 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 s*** that we already know
w****, 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
w****, the wandering gypsy and me