Willy the Wandering Gypsy and Me Chords by Waylon Jennings

[D] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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_ _ _ Three fingers whiskey, _ [E] _ pleasures of _ [B] drinkers, and moving does more than the same thing [F#] for me. _ _ _ _
_ [B] Willie, he tells me, [E] _
_ [B] doers and thinkers say moving is the closest [F#] thing to [B] being free. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Willie's rozoned his reggings [E] and laid back his wages.
[B] He's dead set on riding the big _ [F#] rodeo. _ _ _
_ _ [B] My woman's tight [E] with an _ [B] overdue baby. _
Willie keeps yelling, [F#] hey gypsy, [B] let's go.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#]
Willie, a wild [E] as a Texas [B] blue northern, _ [F#] ready to roll from the [E] same makings as [B] you. _
_ _ Well, I reckon we're going around until [E] _ hell [B] freezes over.
_ Willie, a wandering [F#] _
gypsy, [B] I mean. _ _ _ _
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Ladies, we surely [E] will take of your favors [B] and we'll surely mourn you.
There never [F#] will be a _ [B] _ single soul living [E] that can put brand new [B] _
handle on Willie, _ a [F#] wandering gypsy, [B] I mean. _ _ _ _
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They dance on the mountains, [E] they shout in the _ canyons, [B] they swarm in the loose earth like a wild buffalo.
[F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ Jamming our heads [E] full of figures [B] and angles and telling us stuff [F#] that we already [B] know. _ _ _ _
_ [F#] Willie, a wild [E] as a Texas [B] blue northern, _ [F#] ready to roll from the [E] same makings [B] as me.
_ _ Lord, I reckon we're going around [E] until hell [B] freezes over.
Willie, a _ [F#] wandering gypsy, I [B] mean. _ _ _
_ _ [F#] Willie, a wild [E] as a Texas [B] blue northern, _ [F#]
ready to roll from the [E] same makings as [B] me.
_ _ _ And I reckon we're _ [E] going around until hell [B] freezes over. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _