Willie The Wandering Gypsy - Chris Ledoux

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinker

But moving does more than that drinking for me

Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers

Say moving is the closest thing to being free

He rosined his reggins, laid back his wages

He’s dead set on riding the big rodeo

My woman’s tied with an overdue baby

And Willie keeps yelling, «Hey, big boy let’s go»

Willie you’re wild as a Texas blue northern

Ready rolled from the same makings as me

And a reckon will ramble till hell freezes over

Willie the wandering gypsy and me

Ladies we surely will take of your pleasures

But I’ve gotta warn you there never will be

A single soul living can put brand or handle

On Willie the wandering gypsy and me

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

They swarm in a loose heard like wild buffalo

Jamming our heads full of figures and angles

And telling us stuff that we already know

Willie you’re wild as a Texas blue northern

Ready rolled from the same makings as me

And a reckon will ramble till hell freezes over

Willie the wandering gypsy and me

A reckon will ramble till hell freezes over

Willie the wandering gypsy and me