Where are the boot straps
To lift myself up
Where is the well
Where I once filled my cup
Where does this sorrow
All turn into joy
And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy
Where is my true love
When the wind starts to moan
Is she out in the wild
Is she there all alone
Have I cast her aside
Like an unwanted toy
Tell me where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy
He's goin' down the backroads
In a cold pourin' rain
He's a waitin' for a postcard
In the south coast of Spain
Postmarked from a sweetheart
Back in ol' Illinois
Sayin' where oh where is my sleepy eyed boy
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