Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers
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And moving does more than the same thing for me
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Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say movin' is a closest thing to being free
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Willy rosins his riggins laid back his wages he's dead set on ridin' the big rodeo
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My woman's tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps yelling hey Gypsy 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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Well I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freeze us over
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Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
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Now ladies we surely will take up your favors
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And we'll surely worn you there never will be
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A single soul living that could put brand or handle
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On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me
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Well dance on the mountains shout in the canyons
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Swarm in a loose herd like a wild buffalo
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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...
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Yeah Willy you're wild...
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Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me
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| Waylon Jennings |
