Willie The Wandering Gypsy

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