Boots Of Spanish Leather - The Airborne Toxic Event

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

No there's nothin you can

Send me my own true love

There's nothin I'm wishin to be ownin

Just a carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

Ah 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

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

That I might be gone a long 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

Oh how can how can you ask me again

You know it only brings me sorrow

The same thing that I would want today

I will want again tomorrow

I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a sailin

She said I don't know

When I'll be comin back again

It depends on how I'm a feelin

Well if you my love must think that way

I'm sure your mind is roamin

I'm sure that your thoughts

They are 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 yeah there's something

You can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather