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.