Boots of Spanish Leather (From Sons of Anarchy)

Boots of Spanish Leather (From Sons of Anarchy) - Amos Lee/The Forest Rangers

Written by：Bob Dylan

Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love

I'm sailin' away in the morning

Is there something I can send 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 wish to be ownin'

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 mouth for your sweet kiss

For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'

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'

Oh how can how can 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 a feelin'

Well if you my love must think that a way

I'm sure your mind is roamin'

I'm sure your thoughts 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 yes there's something you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather