Willie, The Wandering Gypsy and Me Lyrics

Three fingers whiskey, pleasures the drinkers
And moving does more than the same things for me
Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers
Say moving is the closest thing to being free.
Well, he's rosined his reggins, laid back his wages
He's dead set on riding in the big rodeo
My woman's tired with an overdue baby
Willie keeps yelling, ''Hey, gypsy let's go.''

Chorus:
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makin's as me
I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me.
Ladies we surely will take all your favors
And we'll surely warn you there never will be
A single soul living that could put a brand or handle
On Willie the wandering gypsy and me.

Dance on the mountain, shout in the canyons
Swarm in a loose heard like a wild buffalo
Jamming our heads full of figures and angles
And telling us stuff that we already know.
Chorus:
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makin's as me
I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me.

Chorus:
Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
Ready rolled from the same makin's as me
I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willie the wandering gypsy and me...