Nancy Sinatra Nancy Sinatra was born in Jersey City, New Jersey, the daughter of Frank Sinatra and his first wife, Nancy Barbato Sinatra. In the mid 1960s, with songs like "So Long Babe" and "How Does that Grab You, Darlin'?", Nancy Sinatra took the image of a girl crying over her diary for a boy who wouldn't behave and changed it to a woman who let her men know, in no uncertain terms, just how things were going to be. "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'" kicked open the doors for a whole new category of women in music. Nancy's tough girl attitude preceded women's liberation and created the first rebel chick singer. The era of the female rocker was born. Armed with a signature style, catchy songs and memorable album covers and photo spreads, Nancy has scored more than 24 chart hits in the US and Internationally and become a role model for young, independent women as well as an icon of pop culture. "These Boots Are Made For Walking" by: Nancy Sinatra You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, 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 lyin' when you oughta be truthin' You keep losing when you oughta not bet You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin' 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 found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH) And what he 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 Bang Bang - Nancy Sinatra I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down. Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He would always laugh and say "Remember when we used to play?" Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, I used to shoot you down. Music played, and people sang Just for me, the church bells rang. Now he's gone, I don't know why And till this day, sometimes I cry He didn't even say goodbye He didn't take the time to lie. Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down... .