From: [email protected] (Ugo Piomelli)
Boots of Spanish leather
Bob Dylan
G Em G G C G
«Oh I’m sailing away my own true love.
Em D G C G
I’m sailing away in the morning.
Em C G C G
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
Em D G C G
From the place that I’ll be landing?
«No, there’s nothing you can send me my own true love
There’s a nothing I’m wishing to be owning.
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 you sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishing to be owning.»
«But I might be gone a long old time
And it’s only that I’m asking.
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passing?»
«Oh how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I would want today
I’d 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 feeling»
Well if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I’m sure you mind is roaming.
I’m sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you’re going.
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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Ugo Piomelli
Associate Professor She knows there’s no success like failure
Dept. of Mechanical Engineering And that failure’s no success at all
University of Maryland
College Park, MD 20742 Bob Dylan
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From: [email protected] (Kelwyn Osborn)
Subject: Re: CRD: Boots of Span. Leather DYLAN
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Chris kimmer ([email protected]) was aking for this. Enjoy.
Boots of Spanish Leather
Words and music by Bob Dylan
A C#m D
Oh I’m sailing away my own true love.
A A
I’m sailing away in the morning.
D A
Is there something I can send from you across the sea
C#m E D A
Fromthe place that I’ll be landing
No there’s nothing you can send me my own true love
There’s a nothing I wish to be ownin’.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
Froma cross that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might long 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 diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for you sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishing to be ownin’.
That I might be gone a long ole time
And it’s only that I’m asking
Is there something that 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 feelin’
Well if you must think that-a-way,
I’m sure you 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.
—
Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________
Far between sundown’s finish and midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
— Bob Dylan, Chimes of Freedom