Boots Of Spanish Leather
- One: 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 landing?
- Two: 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.
- One: 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.
- Two: 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 love, for that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’.
- One: That I might be gone a long time and it’s only that I’m askin’, is there something I can send you to remember me by to make your time more easy passin’?
- Two: 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.
- One: 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 a-feelin’."
- Two: Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way, I’m sure your 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.
- together in 2011: http://youtu.be/3a9xfaQtFbI
- together in 1995: http://youtu.be/P-Zjo215wuk
- 1963: http://youtu.be/ij6BjS3VqwE
She’s delicate and seems like the mirror
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When bringing her name up, Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it’s so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles