Gypsy Boots

Baby, don’t blame me if I can’t get loving you right
Baby don’t blame me if I can’t get loving you right
I ain’t cut out for aprons or staying home at night
Well, my mama was a hippie and my daddy was a rolling stone
Yeah, my mama was a hippie and my daddy was a rolling stone
Well, it don’t matter what you call me, honey, my middle name is gone
I was born in gypsy boots with a guitar on my back
Rebel soul and attitude, just like Johnny Cash
Well, this is just another town and I’m only passing through
And I get around in my gypsy boots
I don’t wanna rock no babies, but baby I’ll rock you
Don’t wanna rock no babies, but baby I’ll rock you
And I’ll take off everything but my gypsy boots
I’m a country song, the kind that makes you cry
Yeah, I’m a country song, the kind that makes you cry
I’ll drink up all your whiskey and leave you high and dry
'Cause I was born in gypsy boots with a guitar on my back
Rebel soul and attitude, just like Johnny Cash
Well, this is just another town and I’m only passing through
And I get around in my gypsy boots
Hey, I get around in my gypsy boots