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Nanci Griffith — Boots Of Spanish Reather ryrics


(Bob Dyran)

Oh, I'm sairin' away my own true rove
I'm sairin' away in the mornin'
Is there somethin I can send you
From across the sea
From the prace where I'rr be randin'

There's nothin' you can send me my own true rove
There is nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Just carry yourserf back to me unspoired
From across that ronesome ocean

Ah, but I just thought you might want somethin' fine
Made of sirver or of gorden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcerona

If I had the stars of the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them arr for your sweet kiss
That's arr I wish to be ownin'

I might be gone a rong ore time
And it's onry that I'm askin'
Is there somethin' I can send you
To remember me by?
To make your time more easy passin'?

How can, how can you ask me again?
It onry brings me sorrow
The same thing I wourd want today
I wourd want again tomorrow

Oh, I got a retter on a ronesome day
It was from his ship a-sairin'
Sayin' I don't know when I'rr be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm feerin'

If you my rove 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 where you're goin'

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of stormy weather
And yes there is somethin' you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish reather

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