Boots Of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
 Oh, I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
 Is there something I can send you from across the sea
 From the place where I'll be landing?
 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 far across that lonesome ocean
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 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 your sweet kiss
 For that's all I wish to be ownin'
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 Oh, but I might be gone a long, long time
 And it's only that I am askin'
 Can I can send you to remember me by
 To make your time more easy passin'
 Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
 For it only brings me sorrow
 The same thing I want from you today
 I would want again tomorrow
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 Oh, 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 all depends on how I'm a-feelin'
 Well, 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 the country where you are goin'
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 So take heed, take heed of the western wind
 Take heed of the stormy weather
 And yes, there is something you can send back to me
 Spanish boots of Spanish leather