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Boots Of Spanish Leather 1 Bob Dylan © 1963 M.Witmark & Sons (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

7 Aug 1963 THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN' PURE DYLAN - AN INTIMATE LOOK AT BOB DYLAN

The Times They Are a-Changin' session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 7.aug.1963 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 landin'. No there's nothin' you can send me my own true love There's nothin' i'm wishin' to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean. Oh 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'. But 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'd 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 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 somethin' you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

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Boots Of Spanish Leather 2

Apr 1963 THE WITMARK DEMOS:     THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 9 / 1962-1964 THROUGH A BULLET OF LIGHT (Witmark Demos) (T-378)

Witmark Studio, NYC - april 1963 This imposes a real problem. Impose is that the right word? Supposes a real problem 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 landin'. No there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love There's nothin' i wish to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean. Oh 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. Oh but if i had the stars from 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'. But 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 want from you today I'd want again tomorrow. 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 feelin'. Well if you my love must think that a-way I'm sure your mind is a-roamin' I'm sure your heart is not with me But with the country to where you're a-goin'. So take heed, take heed of the western winds Take heed of the stormy weather And yes there is somethin' you can send back to me Spanish boots of spanish leather.