NANCY SINATRA - BOOTS

REPRISE : RS-6202 (STEREO) R-6202 (MONO) US : 1966

SIDE 1

1. AS TEARS GO BY

2. DAY TRIPPER

3. I MOVE AROUND

4. IT AIN'T ME BABE

5. THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN'

SIDE 2

1. IN MY ROOM

2. LIES

3. SO LONG, BABE

4. FLOWERS ON THE WALL

5. IF HE'D LOVE ME

6. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE

FROM THE BACK COVER:

NANCY SINATRA Sings the Facts of Love THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING And Other Lessons in Love

"How should I sing this?"
"Like a 16 year old girl who's been dating a 40 year old man, but it's all over now."

She looks good, dresses good, lives good, eats, drinks, loves, breathes, dances, sings, cries good. Five foot three and tiger eyes. A mouth made for lollipops or kisses, Stingers or melting smiles. Ninety-five pounds of affection.
She's been there already. Barely in her twenties, she looks younger. That look, like Lolita Humbert, like Daisy Clover. The power to exalt, or to destroy, wanting only the former, but unafraid to invoke the latter if the time comes.
The eyes that see through, know more, look longer. Unafraid to pull on the boots again, toss off a burnt out thing with a casual "So long, babe," and get.
A young fragile living thing, on its own in a wondrous-wicked-woundup-wasted-wild-worried-wisedup-warmbodied world. On her own. Earning her daily crepes and Cokes by singing the facts of love. Her voice is like it is: a little tired, little put down, a lot loving.
No one is born sophisticated. It's a place you have to crawl to, crawling out of hayseed country, over miles of unsanded pavement, past Trouble, past corners and forks with no auto club signs to point you, till you get there and you wake up wiser.
She's arrived. She sings you about the long crawl. And makes you have to listen.
She's there.

- Stan Cornyn