Boots Of Spanish Leather Lyrics
| Song | Boots Of Spanish Leather |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Any Day Now |
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| Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love | |
| I’m sailin’ away in the morning | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea | |
| From the place that I’ll be landing? | |
| No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love | |
| There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’ | |
| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
| From across that lonesome ocean | |
| Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine | |
| Made of silver or of golden | |
| Either from the mountains of Madrid | |
| Or from the coast of Barcelona | |
| Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| And the diamonds from the deepest ocean | |
| I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss | |
| For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’ | |
| That I might be gone a long 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 want from you today | |
| I would want again tomorrow | |
| I got a letter on a lonesome day | |
| It was from her ship a-sailin’ | |
| Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again | |
| It depends on how I’m a-feelin’ | |
| Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way | |
| I’m sure your mind is roamin’ | |
| I’m sure your heart is not with me | |
| But with the country to where you’re goin’ | |
| So take heed, take heed of the western wind | |
| Take heed of the stormy weather | |
| And yes, there’s something you can send back to me | |
| Spanish boots of Spanish leather |
| Oh, I' m sailin' away my own true love | |
| I' m sailin' away in the morning | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea | |
| From the place that I' ll be landing? | |
| No, there' s nothin' you can send me, my own true love | |
| There' s nothin' I wish to be ownin' | |
| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
| From across that lonesome ocean | |
| Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine | |
| Made of silver or of golden | |
| Either from the mountains of Madrid | |
| Or from the coast of Barcelona | |
| Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| And the diamonds from the deepest ocean | |
| I' d forsake them all for your sweet kiss | |
| For that' s all I' m wishin' to be ownin' | |
| That I might be gone a long 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 want from you today | |
| I would want again tomorrow | |
| I got a letter on a lonesome day | |
| It was from her ship asailin' | |
| Saying I don' t know when I' ll be comin' back again | |
| It depends on how I' m afeelin' | |
| Well, if you, my love, must think thataway | |
| I' m sure your mind is roamin' | |
| I' m sure your heart is not with me | |
| But with the country to where you' re goin' | |
| So take heed, take heed of the western wind | |
| Take heed of the stormy weather | |
| And yes, there' s something you can send back to me | |
| Spanish boots of Spanish leather |
| Oh, I' m sailin' away my own true love | |
| I' m sailin' away in the morning | |
| Is there something I can send you from across the sea | |
| From the place that I' ll be landing? | |
| No, there' s nothin' you can send me, my own true love | |
| There' s nothin' I wish to be ownin' | |
| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
| From across that lonesome ocean | |
| Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine | |
| Made of silver or of golden | |
| Either from the mountains of Madrid | |
| Or from the coast of Barcelona | |
| Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night | |
| And the diamonds from the deepest ocean | |
| I' d forsake them all for your sweet kiss | |
| For that' s all I' m wishin' to be ownin' | |
| That I might be gone a long 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 want from you today | |
| I would want again tomorrow | |
| I got a letter on a lonesome day | |
| It was from her ship asailin' | |
| Saying I don' t know when I' ll be comin' back again | |
| It depends on how I' m afeelin' | |
| Well, if you, my love, must think thataway | |
| I' m sure your mind is roamin' | |
| I' m sure your heart is not with me | |
| But with the country to where you' re goin' | |
| So take heed, take heed of the western wind | |
| 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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