Waylon Jennings "Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me" |
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... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |