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