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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 baby-face like mine |
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Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass and steppin' over lines |
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Passed down to me from my daddy's daddy's dad |
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In my family tree the fruit is bitter, bold and bad |
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Got real deep roots, these gypsy boots of mine |
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Struttin' the fine line, steel-toes sharp just like my mind |
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My reputation preceeds me, I always get what's mine in time |
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You can't spike me with the evil seed of doubt |
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You can't tell me what my life could be about |
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'Less you've walked in these gypsy boots of mine |
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These gypsy boots, they don't wear down |
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It's in my blood, I roam around and around... |
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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 |
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Can't decide if it's a blessing or a curse |
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Can't see how it could be getting any worse |
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Can't shake loose these gypsy blues of mine |
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All tied down to these gypsy boots sublime |
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Better make good use of these gypsy boots of mine |
