Where are the boot straps, To lift myself up? 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? That’s pretty much it. The rest of the song follo (guitartabs.cc)