These Boots Are Made for Walkin' - Emilie-Claire Barlow

You keep saying

You got something for me

Something you call love

But confess

You’ve been messing

Where you shouldn’t have been messing

And now someone else

Is getting all your best

These boots were made for walking

And that’s just what they’ll do

One of these days these boots

Are gonna walk all over you

Well, you keep lying

When you ought to be truthing

And you keep losing

When you oughta hot bet

Oh, you keep saming

When you ought to be changing

Now what’s right is right

And you ain’t been right yet

These boots were made for walking

And that’s just what they’ll do

One of these days these boots

Are gonna walk right over you

You keep playing

Where you shouldn’t be playing

And you keep thinking

That you’ll never get burned — ha!

Well, I just found me

A brand new box of matches

And what he knows

You ain’t had time to learn

These boots were made for walking

And that’s just what they’ll do

One of these days these boots

Are gonna walk all over you

They’re gonna walk right over you

Are you ready, boots?

Are you ready, boots?

Are you ready, boots?

Are you ready, boots?

Ooh, start walking!

You keep saying

You got something for me

Something you call love

But confess

Confessing you’ve been messing

Where you shouldn’t have been a-messing

And now someone else

Is getting all your best

These boots were made for walking

And that’s just what they’ll do

One of these days these boots

Are gonna walk all over you

They’re gonna walk all over you

Are you ready, boots?

Are you ready, boots?

They’re gonna walk right over you

(Scat)