Three fingers whiskey pleasures a drinker

But moving does more than that drinking for me

Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers say moving's
the closest thing to being free

He rosined his riggin he laid back his wages he's dead
cert on ridin' the big rodeos

My woman's tight with an overdue baby and Willy keeps
yelling hey big boy let's go

Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther ready rolled
from the same makins as me

And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over
Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

Ladies we surely will take up your pleasures

But I've got to worn you there never will be

A single soul living can put brand or handle on Willy
the wandering Gypsy and me

Well they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons

They swarm it ain't loose herd like the wild buffalos

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...

I reckon we'll ramble till hell freeze us over Willy
the wandering Gypsy and me