A
[Verse]
A
I'm just a white boy
E
Lived like a gypsy all my life
A E
One in a billion born with a baby-face like mine
E
Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass and steppin' over lines
B C
Passed down to me from my daddy's daddy's dad
B C
In my family tree the fruit is bitter, bold and bad
D A E
Got real deep roots, these gypsy boots of mine
[Verse]
A E
Struttin' the fine line, steel-toes sharp just like my mind
A E
My reputation preceeds me, I always get what's mine in time
B C
You can't spike me with the evil seed of doubt
B C
You can't tell me what my life could be about
D A E
'Less you've walked in these gypsy boots of mine
[Chorus]
C#m E
These gypsy boots, they don't wear down
C#m D E
It's in my blood, I roam around and around...
[Verse]
A
I'm the original rock'n'roll clich'
E
Gypsy pirate cowboy
A
You wouldn't last a minute in my boots
E
'Cos baby, I'm the real McCoy
B C
Can't decide if it's a blessing or a curse
B C
Can't see how it could be getting any worse
D A E
Can't shake loose these gypsy blues of mine
D A E
All tied down to these gypsy boots sublime
D A G F# F E
Better make good use of these gypsy boots of mine
