Waylon Jennings

T ^A hree fingers whiskey,pl ^D easures the drinkers
And m ^A oving does more than the same things for ^E me
W ^A illie he tells me that d ^D oers and thinkers
Say m ^A oving is the closest thing t ^E o being fr ^A ee
Verse 2:
W ^A ell he's rosined his reggins,la ^D id back his wages
He's de ^A ad set on riding in the big rod ^E eo
My w ^A oman's tired with an o ^D verdue b ^A aby
Willie keeps yelling hey g ^E ypsy let's g ^A o
Chorus:
W ^E illie you're wild as a T ^D exas blue nort ^A hern
Re ^E ady rolled from the same m ^D akins as ^A me
I reckon we're gonna ramble till h ^D ell freezes o ^A ver
Willie the wandering g ^E ypsy and ^A me
Verse 3:
L ^A adies we surely will t ^D ake off your favors
And w ^A e'll surely warn you there never will ^E be
A s ^A ingle soul living that could p ^D ut brand or h ^A andle
On Willie the wandering g ^E ypsy and ^A me
Verse 4:
D ^A ance on the mountain,sh ^D out in the canyons
Sw ^A arm in a loose heard like a wild buff ^E alo
Ja ^A mming our heads full of f ^D igures and an ^A gles
And telling us stuff that we ^E already kn ^A ow
Chorus(x2).
Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr