Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Vocals
Brady Valgardson
Brady Valgardson
Drums
Kurt Ciesla
Kurt Ciesla
Bass
Flavio Cirillo
Flavio Cirillo
Drums
Grant Siemens
Grant Siemens
Electric Guitar
Harry Stinson
Harry Stinson
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Hazlewood
Lee Hazlewood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corb Lund
Corb Lund
Producer
Karl Dicaire
Karl Dicaire
Assistant Engineer
Ben Kaplan
Ben Kaplan
Mixing Engineer
Brock McFarlane
Brock McFarlane
Mastering Engineer
John Evans
John Evans
Producer

Lyrics

You keep saying that you got something for me Something you call love, but confess You've been messing where you shouldn't 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 You keep lying when you ought to be truthing You keep losing when you ought to not bet You keep saming when you ought to be changing 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, hah Well, I've just got me a brand new pack of matches And what she 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?
Writer(s): Lee Hazlewood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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