From: ugo@eng.umd.edu (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. ************************************************************************* 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 ************************************************************************* From alt.guitar.tab Fri Oct 22 21:40:48 1993 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Path: news.tcd.ie!tcdcs!ieunet!mcsun!uunet!decwrl!decwrl!waikato!canterbury.ac.nz!cantua!cctr128 From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Kelwyn Osborn) Subject: Re: CRD: Boots of Span. Leather DYLAN Message-ID: Nntp-Posting-Host: cantua.canterbury.ac.nz Organization: University of Canterbury, Christchurch, New Zealand. X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL1] References: Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1993 21:16:37 GMT Lines: 71 Chris kimmer (kimmercj@wfu.edu) 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