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{title: These Boots Are Made For Walkin}
{subtitle: Nancy Sinatra}

{a:Intro: 4 x E }

{a:Vers 1:}
{bridge}
	[E]You keep saying, you've got something for me,
	Something you call love, but confess.
	[A]You've been messing where you shouldnt be messing,
	And [E]now someone else is getting all your best.
{/bridge}

{a:Refrain:}
{chorus}
     These [G]Boots are made for [Em]walking
     And [G]that's just what they'll [Em]do,
     [G]One of these days these [Em]boots [pause]are gonna walk all over you. [Zwischenspiel]
{/chorus}

{a:Vers 2:}
{bridge}
	[E7]You keep lying when you ought to be truthing,
	And you keep losing when you ought to not bet,
	[A7]You keep sameing when you ought to be a changing,
	Now [E7]what's rights right but you aint been right yet.
{/bridge}

{a:Refrain ...}

{a:Vers 3:}
{bridge}
	[E7]You keep playing where you shouldnt be playing, 
	And you keep thinking that you'll never get burned , ha!
	[A7]I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
	[E7]And what he knows you aint had time to learn.
{/bridge}

{a:Refrain ...}

{np}

{a:Vers 4:}
{bridge}
	[E]Are you ready boots, start walking....
{/bridge}

{a:Zwischenspiel:}

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