Gypsy Boots - Terri Clark

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

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

And 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

'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