Verse 1:
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Three fingers whiskey,pleasures the drinkers
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And moving does more than the same things for me
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Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers
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Say moving is the closest thing to being free
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Verse 2:
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Well he's rosined his reggins,laid back his wages
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He's dead set on riding in the big rodeo
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My woman's tight with an overdue baby
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Willie keeps yelling hey gypsy let's go
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Chorus:
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Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
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Ready rolled from the same makins as me
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I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
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Willie the wandering gypsy and me
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Verse 3:
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Ladies we surely will take off your favors
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And we'll surely warn you there never will be
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A single soul living that could put brand or handle
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On Willie the wandering gypsy and me
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Verse 4:
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Dance on the mountain,shout in the canyons
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Swarm in a loose heard like a wild buffalo
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Jamming our heads full of figures and angles
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And telling us stuff that we already know
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Willie The Wandering Gypsy
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| Waylon Jennings |
