Baby, don't blame me
If I can't get loving 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 rolling stone
Yeah, my mama was a hippie
And my daddy was a rolling stone
Well, it don't matter what you call me, honey
My middle name is gone

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

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