Boots of Spanish Leather

Höfundur lags: Bob Dylan Höfundur texta: Bob Dylan Flytjandi: Bob Dylan Sent inn af: cazteclo
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Oh, I'm [Em9] sailin' away my [D7/F#]own true [G]love [C/G]    [G]    
I'm [Em9]sailin' a[D7/F#]way in the [G]mornin'
Is there [Em]something I can send you from a[C/G]cross the [G]sea  
From the [Em9]place that [D7/F#]I'll be [G]landing?[C/G]    [G]    

[Em9]No, there's nothin[D7/F#]g you can[G] send [C/G]me my [G]own true love.
Ther[Em9]e's nothi[D7/F#]ng I'm a-wi[G]shin' to be ownin'.
Just a-ca[Em]rry yourself back to me unspoil[C/G]ed [G]    
from acro[Em9]ss that lon[D7/F#]esome oc[G]ean. [C/G]    [G]    

[Em9]Ah, but I just tho[D7/F#]ugh you m[G]ight w[C/G]ant so[G]mething fine
made[Em9] of silve[D7/F#]r or of gol[G]den  
either fr[Em]om the mountains of Madrid [C/G]    [G]    
or the co[Em9]ast of Barc[D7/F#]elona. [G]    [C/G]    [G]    

[Em9]But if I had the s[D7/F#]tars from[G] the d[C/G]arkest[G] night
and [Em9]the diamo[D7/F#]nds from th[G]e deepest ocean,
I'd fores[Em]ake them all for your sweet kis[C/G]s, [G]    
for that'[Em9]s all I'm w[D7/F#]ishin' t[G]o be own[C/G]in' [G]    

[Em9]But I might be gon[D7/F#]e a long [G]old ti[C/G]me, [G]    
and [Em9]it's only[D7/F#] that I'm a[G]skin'.
Is there [Em]something I can send you to rem[C/G]ember me b[G]y,  
To make y[Em9]our time mo[D7/F#]re easy [G]passin'?[C/G]    [G]    

[Em9]Oh how can, how ca[D7/F#]n you ask[G] me ag[C/G]ain? [G]    
It o[Em9]nly bring[D7/F#]s me sorrow[G].  
The same [Em]thing I would want today [C/G]    [G]    
I would w[Em9]ant again t[D7/F#]omorrow.[G]    [C/G]    [G]    

[Em9]Oh I got a letter [D7/F#]on a lone[G]some d[C/G]ay. [G]    
It w[Em9]as from h[D7/F#]er ship a's[G]ailin'.
Sayin' "I[Em] don't know when I'll be comin'[C/G] back agai[G]n.  
It depend[Em9]s on how I'[D7/F#]m a-feel[G]in'." [C/G]    [G]    

[Em9]If you my love mus[D7/F#]t think t[G]hat a'[C/G]way [G]    
I'm [Em9]sure your[D7/F#] mind is a'[G]roamin'.
I'm sure [Em]your thoughts are not with me [C/G]    [G]    
but with [Em9]the country[D7/F#] to wher[G]e you're[C/G] goin'.[G]    

[Em9]So take heed, take[D7/F#] heed of [G]the We[C/G]stern [G]winds.
Take[Em9] heed of [D7/F#]the stormy [G]weather.
And yes, [Em]there's something you can send [C/G]back to me[G]:  
Spanish B[Em9]oots of Spa[D7/F#]nish Lea[G]ther. [C/G]    [G]    

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love.
There's nothing I'm a-wishin' to be ownin'.
Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled
from across that lonesome ocean.

Ah, but I just though you might want something fine
made of silver or of golden
either from the mountains of Madrid
or the coast of Barcelona.

But if I had the stars from the darkest night
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss,
for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

But I might be gone a long old time,
and it's only that I'm askin'.
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'?

Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow.

Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day.
It was from her ship a'sailin'.
Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again.
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'."

If you my love must think that a'way
I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'.
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
but with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the Western winds.
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me:
Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather.

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