You keep saying you've got something for me, something you call love, but confess You've been a-messing where you shouldn't have been a-messing And now someone else is getting all your best. (Chorus:) These boots are made for walking And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep lying, when you ought to be truthing And you keep losing when you ought to not bet You keep saming when you ought to be a changing Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet. Chorus You keep playing where you shouldn't be a-playing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt -- ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches -- yeah And what he knows you ain't had time to learn. Chorus Are you ready boots? Start walking!