Baby, don’t blame me If I can’t get loving you right 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 Well, 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 Roam
‘Cause 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 I don’t wanna rock no babies But baby, I’ll rock you And I’ll take off everything But my gypsy boots
Hey, I’m a country song The kind that makes you cry Well, I’m a country song The kind that makes you cry And I’ll drink up all your whiskey And leave you high and dry
‘Cause 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, I get around in my gypsy boots
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