A                      D
        Three fingers whiskey,pleasures the drinkers
             A                                        E
        And moving does more than the same things for me
         A                       D
        Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers
             A                           E         A
        Say moving is the closest thing to being free


Verse 2:
         A                              D
        Well he's rosined his reggins,laid back his wages
               A                              E
        He's dead set on riding in the big rodeo
            A                     D       A
        My woman's tired with an overdue baby
                                  E           A
        Willie keeps yelling hey gypsy let's go


Chorus:
         E                       D             A
        Willie you're wild as a Texas blue northern
          E                         D        A
        Ready rolled from the same makins as me
                                          D            A
        I reckon we're gonna ramble till hell freezes over
                              E        A
        Willie the wandering gypsy and me


Verse 3:
         A                     D
        Ladies we surely will take off your favors
             A                                     E
        And we'll surely warn you there never will be
           A                             D            A
        A single soul living that could put brand or handle
                                 E        A
        On Willie the wandering gypsy and me


Verse 4:
         A                      D
        Dance on the mountain,shout in the canyons
          A                                    E
        Swarm in a loose heard like a wild buffalo
          A                        D            A
        Jamming our heads full of figures and angles
                                     E         A
        And telling us stuff that we already know