Boots of Spanish Leather (The Times They Are A-Changin’ Alternate Take, NYC, 1963)

[Verse 1]

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love

I'm a-sailin' away in the mornin'

Is there somethin' I can send you from across the sea

From the place that I'll be landin'?

[Verse 2]

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love

There's nothin' I'm wishing to be ownin'

Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

[Verse 3]

Ah, but I just thought you might want somethin' fine

Made of silver or of golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

[Verse 4]

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'

[Verse 5]

Well, I might be gone a long old time

And it's only that I'm asking

Is there somethin' I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passin'?

[Verse 6]

How can, how can you ask me again?

It only brings me sorrow

The same thing I would want today

I would want again tomorrow

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 7]

Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a-sailin'

Sayin', "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again

It depends on how I'm a-feelin'"

[Verse 8]

If you, my love, must think that-a-way

I'm sure your mind is a-roamin'

I'm a-sure your thoughts are not with me

But with the country to where you're goin'

[Verse 9]

So, take heed, take heed of the western winds

Take heed of the stormy weather

And, yes, there's somethin' you can send back to me

Spanish boots of Spanish leather