These Boots

These Boots

You keep sayin' you got somethin' for me.
Somethin' you call love but confess.
You been messin' where you shouldn't been messin',
Not what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

These boots are made for walkin',
n' that's just what they'll do,
One of these days,
these boots,
are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin',
You keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samein' when you oughta be changin',
And now someone else is gettin' all your best.

These boots are made for walkin',
n' that's just what they'll do,
One of these days,
these boots,
are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
You keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned.
I just found me a brand new box of matches,
And what he knows you ain't got time to learn.

These boots are made for walkin',
n' that's just what they'll do,
One of these days,
these boots,
are gonna walk all over you.

Lee Hazelwood

Listen to "These Boots" from the Mall Show.


(set to the drum riff of "Not Fade Away".)