Waylon Jennings — Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me

[Verse 1] Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers And moving does more than the same thing for me Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers Say moving is the closest thing to being free Well he's rosined his riggings and laid back his wages He's dead set on ridin' the big rodeo My woman's tight with an overdue baby And Willy keeps yelling, "Hey, Gypsy, let's go" [Chorus] Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Ready rolled from the same makings as me Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me [Verse 2] Now, ladies, we surely will take of your favors And we'll surely warn you there never will be A single soul living that could put brand or handle On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me We'll dance on the mountains, shout in the canyons And swarm in a loose herd like wild buffalo Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles And tellin' us stuff that we already know [Chorus] Willy, you're wild as a Blue Texas Norther Ready rolled from the same makings as me Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me [Outro] Hey, Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Ready rolled from the same makings as me And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me