Boots Of Spanish Leather acordes

Capo 1

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Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
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I'm sailin' away in the morning
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is there something I can send you from across the sea
        Em          D/F#    G
From the place that I'll be landing?

           Em                           C        G
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
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There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
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Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
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From across that lonesome ocean.

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Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
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Made of silver or of golden
       Em            C           G
Either from the mountains of Madrid
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Or from the coast of Barcelona?

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Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
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And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
    Em                    C         G
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
           Em        D/F#        G
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

       Em               C      G
That I might be gone a long time
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And it's only that I'm askin'
         Em                C            G
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
        Em            D/F#   G
To make your time more easy passin'?

        Em               C      G
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
    Em     D/F#    G
It only brings me sorrow
        Em                 C     G
But the same thing I would want today
       Em     D/F#    G
I would want again tomorrow.

       Em                C        G
When I got a letter on a lonesome day
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It was from her ship a-sailin'
       Em                         C          G
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
       Em      D/F#    G
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

         Em                  C         G
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
      Em      D/F#    G
I'm sure your mind is roamin'
       Em                   C       G
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
           Em            D/F#       G
But with the country to where you're goin'.

         Em                    C        G
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
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Take heed of the stormy weather
     Em                             C        G
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
         Em       D/F#    G
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.