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Three fingers pleasures the drinker
But moving does more that drinking for me
Willy he tells me that and thinkers
Say moving's the closest to being free

He rosined his riggin', he laid his wages
He's dead set on the big rodeos
My woman's tight an overdue baby
And Willy keeps yelling, "Hey Big T, go!"

Willy you're wild as a Texas Blue
Ready rolled the same makings as me
And I we'll ramble till hell freezes over
Willy the Gypsy and me

Now ladies we surely will take up pleasures
But gotta warn ya there never will be
A single soul living can put or handle
On Willy the wandering and me

Well they dance on the mountains and they in the canyons
And they swarm in a loose herd like wild
Jammin' our heads of figures and angles
And us stuff that we already know

Willy you're as a Texas Blue Norther
rolled from the same makings as me
And I reckon we'll ramble hell freezes over
the wandering Gypsy and me

Would you Billy Joe Shaver and me?