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...