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.
Year 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.

Chorus:
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.

Chorus:
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 and I get around,
In my gypsy boots.