Tom T. Hall - Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me lyrics

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