Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me Songtext
von Billy Joe Shaver

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers
Moving does more than the drinking for me
Willy, he tells me that doers and thinkers
Say moving′s the closest thing to being free

He's a rosined, he′s a rigging, he laid back his wages
He's a dead set on riding in the big rodeos
My woman's tight with an overdue baby
Willy keeps yelling, "Hey gypsy, let′s go"

Willy, you′re wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Your ready rolled from the same makings as me
And I reckon we'll ramble ′til hell freezes over
Willy, the wandering gypsy and me


Now ladies, we surely will take up your favors
And we'll surely warn ya there never will be
A single soul living can put brand or handle
On Willy, the wandering gypsy or me

Well, they dance on the mountains, and shout in the canyons
And they swarm in a loose herd like wild buffaloes
It′s a jamming our heads full of figures and angles
Telling us shit that we already know

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Your ready rolled from the same makings as me
And I reckon we′ll ramble 'til hell freezes over
Willy, the wandering gypsy and me

Thanks
My mama was a sure enough honky tonk gal
And an earnest old gal named Blanch
She used to run a honky tonk in Waco, Texas, called the Green Gables
And, uh, I got started hangin' out there when I was just a little kid
And, uh, that′s where this next song came from, it is called Honky Tonk Heroes