Boots Of Spanish Leather
[G]: . [C/g]. . : . [G]. . : [Gsus4]. . [G]. : . . .
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: . . . [Em9]: . . . : . . . [D7/f#]: . . .
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Oh, I'm sailing away my own true love
[G]: . [C/g]. . : . [G]. . : . . . [Em9]: . . .
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I'm a - sailing a-
: . [D7/f#]. . [G]: . . . [C/g]: . [G]. . : . . .
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way in the morning Is there some-
[Em]: . . . : . . [Em7]. [C/g]: . [G]. . : . [C/g]. .
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thing I can send you from a - cross the sea
: . [G]. . : . . . [Em9]: . . . [D7/f#]: . . .
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From the place that I'll be
[C/g]: . [G]. . : . . . : . [D7/f#]. . [G]: . . .
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landing
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No, there's...
| Em9 | D7/f# | G | C/g | G |
| Oh, I’m | sailin’ away my | own true | love | | |
| Em9 | D7/f# | G |
| I’m | sailin’ | away in the | mornin’ |
| Em | C/g | G |
| Is there | something I can send you from | across the | sea |
| Em9 | D7/f# | G | C/g | G |
| From the | place that | I’ll be | landing? | | |
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| No, there’s nothing you can send me my own true love. |
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| There’s nothing I’m a-wishin’ to be ownin’. |
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| Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled |
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| from across that lonesome ocean. |
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| Ah, but I just though you might want something fine |
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| made of silver or of golden |
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| either from the mountains of Madrid |
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| or the coast of Barcelona. |
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| But if I had the stars from the darkest night |
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| and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, |
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| I’d foresake them all for your sweet kiss, |
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| for that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’ |
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| But I might be gone a long old time, |
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| and it’s only that I’m askin’. |
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| Is there something I can send you to remember me by, |
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| To make your time more easy passin’? |
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| Oh how can, how can you ask me again? |
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| It only brings me sorrow. |
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| The same thing I would want today |
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| I would want again tomorrow. |
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| Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day. |
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| It was from her ship a’sailin’. |
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| Sayin’ "I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again. |
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| It depends on how I’m a-feelin’." |
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| If you my love must think that a’way |
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| I’m sure your mind is a’roamin’. |
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| I’m sure your thoughts are not with me |
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| but with the country to where you’re goin’. |
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| So take heed, take heed of the Western winds. |
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| Take heed of the stormy weather. |
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| And yes, there’s something you can send back to me: |
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| Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather. |