You keep saying you've got something for me Something you call love, but confess That you've been messing where you shouldn't have been messing And now someone else is getting all your best Well these boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots Are gonna walk all over you And you keep lying when you ought to be be truthing And you keep losing when you ought to not bet Yeah and you keep same-ing when you ought to be changing Now what's right is right, but ain't been right yet And you keep playing where you shouldn't be playing And you keep thinking that you could never get burned Yeah well I just found me a brand new box of matches And what do you know, you ain't got time to learn Are you ready, boots? Start walking