| Baby, don’t blame me if I can’t get loving you right
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| Baby don’t blame me if I can’t get loving you right
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| I ain’t cut out for aprons or staying home at night
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| Well, my mama was a hippie and my daddy was a rolling stone
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| Yeah, my mama was a hippie and my daddy was a rolling stone
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| Well, it don’t matter what you call me, honey, my middle name is gone
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| I was born in gypsy boots with a guitar on my back
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| Rebel soul and attitude, just like Johnny Cash
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| Well, this is just another town and I’m only passing through
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| And I get around in my gypsy boots
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| I don’t wanna rock no babies, but baby I’ll rock you
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| Don’t wanna rock no babies, but baby I’ll rock you
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| And I’ll take off everything but my gypsy boots
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| I’m a country song, the kind that makes you cry
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| Yeah, I’m a country song, the kind that makes you cry
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| I’ll drink up all your whiskey and leave you high and dry
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| 'Cause I was born in gypsy boots with a guitar on my back
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| Rebel soul and attitude, just like Johnny Cash
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| Well, this is just another town and I’m only passing through
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| And I get around in my gypsy boots
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| Hey, I get around in my gypsy boots |