Spooky Boots

knew a guy who lived in Santa Fe
Had a girl he loved who went away
Said her name was Spooky Boots that’s all
It’s the only name he ever knew to call
She left in the middle of the night
And it’s strange they never even had a fight
And he spends every Saturday now
Hoping to see Spooky Boots
In the old town square of Santa Fe
He wonders hopes and prays
She’ll come back to stay
He hopes that there’s a way
To find Spooky Boots someday
An old biker guy who used a cane to walk
I just sat and listened to him talk
Can’t explain why she would up and go
'Till he finds her he will never know
And I thought how long had it been
And I stopped, stopped to ask him when
And he paused, took a sip of wine
Calmly said since April twenty-second
Nineteen sixty nine
And I thought how long had it been
And I stopped, stopped to ask him when
And he paused, finished off his wine
Said he looked for Spooky Boots
Since April nineteen sixty nine