Bob Dylan - Boots of spanish leather

Oh I'm ^Emsailin' away my o^Cwn true l^Gove I'm ^Emsailin' ^D/F#away in the ^Gmorning is there ^Emsomething I can send you from a^Ccross the ^Gsea From the^Em place that ^D/F#I'll be ^Glanding?

No, there's^Em nothin' you can send me, my ^Cown true ^Glove There's ^Emnothin' ^D/F#I wish to be ^Gownin' Just ^Emcarry yourself back to ^Cme unsp^Goiled From a^Emcross that l^D/F#onesome ^Gocean.

Oh, but I^Em just thought you might ^Cwant some^Gthing fine Made o^Emf silver ^D/F#or of go^Glden Either ^Emfrom the mount^Cains of Madr^Gid Or from ^Emthe coast of^D/F# Barcelo^Gna ?

Oh, but if^Em I had the stars from the ^Cdarkest n^Gight And the ^Emdiamonds from the d^D/F#eepest o^Gcean I'd ^Emforsake them all for y^Cour sweet ^Gkiss For that's ^Emall I'm wi^D/F#shin' to be ^Gownin'.

That I ^Emmight be gone a l^Cong tim^Ge And i^Emt's only t^D/F#hat I'm ^Gaskin' Is there ^Emsomething I can se^Cnd you to rem^Gember me by To make ^Emyour time more^D/F# easy p^Gassin'?

Oh, how ^Emcan, how can you ^Cask me ^Gagain It o^Emnly bri^D/F#ngs me s^Gorrow But the ^Emsame thing I would ^Cwant from you ^Gtoday I would^Em want a^D/F#gain tom^Gorrow.

When I ^Emgot a letter on a ^Clonesome ^Gday It was ^Emfrom her ^D/F#ship a-s^Gailin' Saying ^EmI don't know when I'll be c^Comin' back ^Gagain It depe^Emnds on h^D/F#ow I'm a^G-feelin'.

Well, if ^Emyou, my love, must t^Chink that-^Ga-way I'm su^Emre your ^D/F#mind is ^Groamin' I'm sur^Eme your thoughts are n^Cot with ^Gme But with th^Eme country to w^D/F#here you're^G goin'.

So take h^Emeed, take heed of the ^Cwestern w^Gind Take he^Emed of the^D/F# stormy ^Gweather And y^Emes, there's something you can s^Cend back ^Gto me Spanish b^Emoots of S^D/F#panish l^Geather.