Boots Of A Soldier

I wear the boots of a soldier Who's name was Slidell And my foot fits inside them Really quite well And I wonder about the stories These boots could tell Did Slidell live or die? Did their mama cry And go through hell? Ten years my senior And a hundred or so This guitar that I'm strumming 'Neath this weeping willow And it boggles the mind All the passing of time And the mysteries that abound Elude and confound you All the stories you'll never know In your tiny little umwelt Just livin' the dream Learnin' that how you see things Is just how they seem And you could think of some ways 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