Boots of Spanish Leather (Live)

Well, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
Yes, I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you to remember me by?
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 sent yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

Oh, well 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

But 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'

But I might be gone a long old time
And it's only this I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by?
From the place that I'll be landing?

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want today
I would want again tomorrow

Well, 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'

If you, my love, must think that-a-way
I'm sure your 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 winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something to send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Spanish boots of Spanish leather