Capo on the 2nd fret.
Verse 1:
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
Chorus(x2).
Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@xxxx.xxxx-xxx.fr
