Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

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