George Strait – Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me (Guitar)

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Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers and

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Moving does more than the same thing for me

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Willy, he tells me that doers and thinkers

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Say moving is the closest thing to being free

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Now he's a rosined, he's rigging, he's laid back his wages

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He's dead set on riding on the big rodeo

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And my woman's tight with an overdue baby

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And Willy keeps a-yelling, "Hey, Gypsy, let's go"

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Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

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You're ready rolled from the same makings as me

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And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over

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Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

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Now, ladies, we surely will take of your favors

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And we'll surely warn you there never will be

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A single soul living that could put brand or handle

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On Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

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They dance on the mountains, they shout in the canyons

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Swarm in a loose herd like a wild buffalo

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Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles

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And tellin' us things we already know

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Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

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You're ready rolled from the same makings as me

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And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over

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Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

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Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther

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You're ready rolled from the same makings as me

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And I reckon we're gonna ramble 'til Hell freezes over

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Willy the wandering Gypsy and me

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Willy the wandering Gypsy and me