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