Gypsy Boots

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[Verse]
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I'm just a white boy
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Lived like a gypsy all my life
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One in a billion born with a 
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baby-face like mine
Got these boots made for rockin', 
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kickin' ass and steppin' over lines
B                         C
Passed down to me from my daddy's 
daddy's dad
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In my family tree the fruit is 
  C
bitter, bold and bad
D                          A     
Got real deep roots, these gypsy 
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boots of mine

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Struttin' the fine line, 
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steel-toes sharp just like my mind
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My reputation preceeds me, I 
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always get what's mine in time
B                           C
You can't spike me with the evil 
seed of doubt
B                         C
You can't tell me what my life could
 be about
D                            A   
'Less you've walked in these 
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gypsy boots of mine

[Chorus]
C#m                                
These gypsy boots, they don't wear 
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down
C#m        D                     
It's in my blood, I roam around and 
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around...

[Verse]
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I'm the original rock'n'roll clich'
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Gypsy pirate cowboy
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You wouldn't last a minute in my 
boots
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'Cos baby, I'm the real McCoy
B                     C
Can't decide if it's a blessing or a
 curse
B                        C
Can't see how it could be getting 
any worse
D                       A        
Can't shake loose these gypsy 
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blues of mine
D                      A         
All tied down to these gypsy 
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boots sublime
D                A            G 
Better make good use of these 
    F#    F  E
gypsy boots of mine