Boots Of Spanish Leather (Acoustic) Songtext / Lyric

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'm wishin' to be ownin'

Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean



Ah, 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



If I had the stars of 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 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 will want again tomorrow



Oh, 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'"



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