Listen to Boots of Spanish Leather (From Sons of Anarchy) by Amos Lee & The Forest Rangers

Boots of Spanish Leather (From Sons of Anarchy)

Amos Lee & The Forest Rangers

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Amos Lee

Performer

The Forest Rangers

The Forest Rangers

Performer

Matt Chamberlain

Matt Chamberlain

Drums

Davey Faragher

Bass

Greg Leisz

Steel Guitar

Phil Shenale

Keyboards

Bob Thiele Jr.

Electric Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bob Dylan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bob Thiele Jr.

Producer

Dave Way

Mixing Engineer

Howie Weinberg

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Oh, I'm sailing away my own true love

I'm sailing away in the morning

Is there something I can send you from across the sea

From the place that I'll be landing?

[Verse 2]

No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love

There's nothing I wish to be owning

Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

From across that lonesome ocean

[Verse 3]

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine

Made of silver or golden

Either from the mountains of Madrid

Or from the coast of Barcelona

[Verse 4]

Oh, but if I had the stars from 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 wishing to be owning

[Verse 5]

That I might be gone a long time

And it's only that I'm asking

Is there something I can send you to remember me by

To make your time more easy passing?

[Verse 6]

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?

It only brings me sorrow

The same thing I want from you today

I would want again tomorrow

[Verse 7]

I got a letter on a lonesome day

It was from her ship a sailing

Saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again

It depends on how I'm feeling

[Verse 8]

Well, if you my love must think that a way

I'm sure your mind is roaming

And I'm sure your heart is not with me

But with the country to where you're going

[Verse 9]

So take heed, take heed of that western wind

Take heed of stormy weather

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

Spanish boots of Spanish leather

Written by: Bob Dylan