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