Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me - Tom T. Hall

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the 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 set on ridin' the big

rodeos

My woman’s tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps yelling hey big T 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 freezes over Willy the wandering Gypsy and

me

Now ladies we surely will take up your pleasures

But I’ve got to warn ya 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

And they swarm in a 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…

Would you believe Billy Joe Shaver and me