With a broken twelve inch screen
As I came of age
As I came of age
Boys fall in the jungle
Even after all these years
Boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
As I came of age
Picking through the past
Boys fall in the jungle
I reread your letters
Multicolored sweaters
That moths have eaten holes
Boots were made for walking
Black and white TV
As I came of age
As I came of age
And Jackie's love machine
As I came of age
See what's left behind
Oh, boots were made for walking
Light comes to the surface
Dylan's Highway 61
Boys fall in the jungle
With worn out soles
Winds were blowing change
And again I cry great tears
Winds were blowing change
A pair of braided mocassins
