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***************** WILLIE THE WANDERING GYPSY AND ME ****************

written by Billy Joe Shaver

performed by Waylon Jennings.


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.