Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers Moving does more than the 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 in the big rodeos My woman's tight with an overdue baby Willy keeps yelling, "Hey gypsy, let's go" Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Your ready rolled from the same makings as me And I reckon we'll ramble 'til hell freezes over Willy, the wandering gypsy and me Now ladies, we surely will take up your favors And we'll surely warn ya there never will be A single soul living can put brand or handle On Willy, the wandering gypsy or me Well, they dance on the mountains, and shout in the canyons And they swarm in a loose herd like wild buffaloes It's a jamming our heads full of figures and angles Telling us shit that we already know Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther Your ready rolled from the same makings as me And I reckon we'll ramble 'til hell freezes over Willy, the wandering gypsy and me Thanks My mama was a sure enough honky tonk gal And an earnest old gal named Blanch She used to run a honky tonk in Waco, Texas, called the Green Gables And, uh, I got started hangin' out there when I was just a little kid And, uh, that's where this next song came from, it is called Honky Tonk Heroes