I'm just a white boy, 

lived like a gypsy all my life 



One in a billion born with a baby-face like mine 

Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass and steppin' over lines 

Passed down to me from my daddy's daddy's dad 

In my family tree the fruit is bitter, bold and bad 

Got real deep roots, these gypsy boots of mine 



Struttin' the fine line, steel-toes sharp just like my mind 

My reputation preceeds me, I always get what's mine in time 

You can't spike me with the evil seed of doubt 

You can't tell me what my life could be about 

'Less you've walked in these gypsy boots of mine 



These gypsy boots, they don't wear down 

It's in my blood, I roam around and around... 



I'm the original rock'n'roll cliché, 

Gypsy pirate cowboy 

You wouldn't last a minute in my boots 

'Cos baby, I'm the real McCoy 

Can't decide if it's a blessing or a curse 

Can't see how it could be getting any worse 

Can't shake loose these gypsy blues of mine 

All tied down to these gypsy boots sublime 

Better make good use of these gypsy boots of mine