F#
You keep saying, you got something for me, something you call love, but confess, yes
B
You've been a-messin' where you shouldn't have been a-messin'
F#
and now someone else is getting all your best.
A F# A F#
These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do
A F# C# F#
and one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
G
You keep lying when you oughta be truethin' and you keep losing when you oughta not bet.
C
You keep a samein' when you oughta been changing,
G
now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.
Bb G Bb G
These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do
Bb G D G
and one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
G#
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing and you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt,
C#
I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah,
G#
and what he knows you ain't have time to learn.
B G# B G#
These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do
B G# D# G#
and one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
