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

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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