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.