WILLY THE WANDERING GYPSY AND ME
(Billy Joe Shaver)


Billy Joe Shaver - 1973





Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers
And movin' does more than the same thing for me
Willy, he tells me that doers and thinkers
Say movin's the closest thing to bein' free

He's a-rosined his riggin and laid back his wages
He's dead set on ridin' the big rodeo
My woman's tight with an overdue baby
And Willy he's a-yellin', "Hey, Gypsy, let's go"

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Ready-rolled from the same makin's as me
And I reckon we'll ramble till Hell freezes over
Willy, the wanderin' Gypsy and me

Now ladies, we surely will take of your favours
And we'll surely warn ya there never will be
A single soul livin' can put brand or handle
On Willy the wanderin' Gypsy and me

They dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
They swarm in the loose herd like wild buffalo
Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles
And tellin' us things that we already know

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Ready-rolled from the same makin's as me
And I reckon we'll ramble till Hell freezes over
Willy, the wanderin' Gypsy and me





(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - December 2012)