Текст песни Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me - Waylon Jennings
Three
fingers
whiskey
pleasures
the
drinkers
And
moving
does
more
than
the
same
thing
for
me
Willy
he
tells
me
that
doers
and
thinkers
Say,?
Movin'
is
a
closest
thing
to
being
free?
Willy
rosins
his
riggins
laid
back
his
wages
He's
dead
certain
ridin'
the
big
rodeo
My
woman's
tight
with
an
overdue
baby
And
Willy
keeps
yelling,?
Hey
Gypsy
let's
go?
Willy
you're
wild
as
a
Texas
Blue
Norther
Ready
rolled
from
the
same
makins
as
me
Well,
I
reckon
we're
gonna
ramble
till
Hell
freeze
us
over
Willy
the
wandering
Gypsy
and
me
Well
ladies
we
surely
will
take
up
your
favors
And
we'll
surely
worn
you
there
never
will
be
A
single
soul
living
that
could
put
brand
or
handle
On
Willy
the
wandering
Gypsy
and
me
We'll
dance
on
the
mountains,
shout
in
the
canyons
Swarm
it
ain't
loose
herd
like
a
wild
buffalo
Jammin'
our
heads
full
of
figures
And
angles
and
tellin'
us
stuff
that
we
already
know
Willy
you're
wild
as
a
Texas
Blue
Norther
Ready
rolled
from
the
same
makins
as
me
Well,
I
reckon
we're
gonna
ramble
till
Hell
freeze
us
over
Willy
the
wandering
Gypsy
and
me
Yeah,
Willy
you're
wild
as
a
Texas
Blue
Norther
Ready
rolled
from
the
same
makins
as
me
And
I
reckon
we're
gonna
ramble
till
Hell
freeze
us
over
Willy
the
wandering
Gypsy
and
me
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