Chris Ledoux Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me Lyrics

Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me Lyrics

Three fingers whiskey pleasures a drinker



But moving does more than that drinking for me



Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say moving's the closest thing to
being free



He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages he's dead cert on ridin' the big
rodeos



My woman's tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps yelling hey big boy let's
go



Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther ready rolled from the same makins as
me



And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy
and me







Ladies we surely will take up your pleasures



But I've got to worn you there never will be



A single soul living can put brand or handle on Willy the wandering Gypsy and
me



Well they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons



They swarm it ain't loose herd like the wild buffalos



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...



I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me