'Boots of spanish leather' by Bob Dylan - Guitar Tutorial

            From: [email protected] (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.
 
 
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 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
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 Chris kimmer ([email protected]) 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