Karaoké Boots of Spanish Leather Bob Dylan

Oh I'm sailin' away

My own true love

I'm a-sailin' away in the mornin'

Is there somethin' I can send you from across the sea

From the place that I'll be landin'

No there's nothin' you can send me my own true love

There's nothin' I'm a-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 somethin' fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid or from the coast of Barcelona

But 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'

Well I might be gone a long old time and it's only that

I'm askin'

Is there somethin' 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 a-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 somethin' you can send back to me

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