Bob Dylan - Boots of spanish leather

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, how ^Emcan, how can you ^Cask me ^Gagain It o^Emnly bri^Dngs me s^Gorrow But the ^Emsame thing I would ^Cwant from you ^Gtoday I would^Em want a^Dgain tom^Gorrow.

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

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

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