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 wildwood? 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 waiting for a postcard in the south coast of Spain
Postmarked from a sweetheart back in old Illinois
Sayin' where oh where is my sleepy eyed boy?

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?