[Verse]
I wear the boots of a soldier
Whose name was Slidell
And my foot fits inside them
Really quite well
[Chorus]
And I wonder about the stories
These boots could tell
Did Slidell live or die
Did their mama cry
And go through hell
[Verse]
Ten years my senior
And a hundred or so
This guitar that I’m strumming
‘Neath this weeping willow
[Chorus]
And it boggles the mind
Oh the passing of time
And the mysteries that abound
Elude and confound you
All the stories you’ll never know
[Verse]
In your tiny little umwelt
Just living the dream
Learning there how you see things
Is just how they seem
[Chorus]
And you could think of someways
That happy could get hard, to do
But there’s never not more
So I would say if you’re bored
That’s on you