Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Itaiguara Brandao
Itaiguara Brandao
Bass Guitar
Mike Fonte
Mike Fonte
Guitar
Alanna Clarke
Alanna Clarke
Lead Vocals
João Paulo Drumond
João Paulo Drumond
Percussion
Skeewiff
Skeewiff
Sampler
Graeme Blevins
Graeme Blevins
Saxophone
Nichol Thomson
Nichol Thomson
Trombone
Tom Walsh
Tom Walsh
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Hazlewood
Lee Hazlewood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Rizzo
Alex Rizzo
Producer
Elliot Ireland
Elliot Ireland
Producer

Lyrics

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 messing
And now someone else is getting all your best
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
Yeah
You keep lying when you oughta be truthing
And you keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep saming when you oughta be a'changing
Now what's right is right but you ain't been right yet
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 playing where you shouldn't be 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
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
Are you ready, boots? Start walking
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
Are you ready, boots? Start walking
Ha!
Written by: Lee Hazlewood
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