Willie The Wandering Gypsy

T[A]hree fingers whiskey,pl[D]easures the drinkers
        And m[A]oving does more than the same things for [E]me
        W[A]illie he tells me that d[D]oers and thinkers
        Say m[A]oving is the closest thing t[E]o being fr[A]ee

        W[A]ell he's rosined his reggins,la[D]id back his wages
        He's de[A]ad set on riding in the big rod[E]eo
        My w[A]oman's tired with an o[D]verdue b[A]aby
        Willie keeps yelling hey g[E]ypsy let's g[A]o

        W[E]illie you're wild as a T[D]exas blue nort[A]hern
        Re[E]ady rolled from the same m[D]akins as [A]me
        I reckon we're gonna ramble till h[D]ell freezes o[A]ver
        Willie the wandering g[E]ypsy and [A]me

        L[A]adies we surely will t[D]ake off your favors
        And w[A]e'll surely warn you there never will [E]be
        A s[A]ingle soul living that could p[D]ut brand or h[A]andle
        On Willie the wandering g[E]ypsy and [A]me

        D[A]ance on the mountain,sh[D]out in the canyons
        Sw[A]arm in a loose heard like a wild buff[E]alo
        Ja[A]mming our heads full of f[D]igures and an[A]gles
        And telling us stuff that we [E]already kn[A]ow

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