willy the wandering gypsy and me

three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers

moving does more than that drinking for me

willy

he tells me that doers and thinkers

say moving's the closest thing to being free

he's a rosined

he's a rigging

he laid back his wages

he's a dead set on riding on the big rodeos

my woman's tight with an overdue baby

willy keeps yelling

hey gypsy