Gypsy Boots

Baby, don't blame me if I can't get lovin' you right Well 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 rollin' stone Yeah, my mama was a hippie, and my daddy was a rollin' 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 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 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