Three fingers whiskey pleasures a drinker
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But moving does more than that drinking for me
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Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say moving's the closest thing to being free
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He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages he's dead cert on ridin' the big rodeos
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My woman's tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps yelling hey big boy let's go
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Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther ready rolled from the same makins as me
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And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
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Ladies we surely will take up your pleasures
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But I've got to worn you there never will be
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A single soul living can put brand or handle on Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
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Well they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
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They swarm it ain't loose herd like the wild buffalos
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Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles and tellin' us stuff that we already know
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Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther...
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I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
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Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me
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Chris LeDoux |