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                             I
 I’m leaving today on a promise back to you,
   leaving my lonesome blues forever,
 and nigh O God is the power and the glory
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                             II
 Waiting for me breathes my own true love,
   someone to see through my blether.
 I will follow in your footsteps to your door
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                             III
 I walk its paths of silent sorrow in a dream
   or real, alas I know not whether.
 The shuffle in my step is a long time coming
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                             IV
 With lonely weary heart I’ve mused on she
   and the mythology of us together.
 If only to find I would walk the farthest mile
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                              V
 I’m off, my love, where the four winds blow
   to journey among birds of a feather,
 and girl, wherever I go I know I’ll get there
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                              VI
 How sweet it is, her shining red lips on mine
   whose heart with mine does tether.
 Come to me, my lovely, before it’s too late
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                             VII
 When my epitaph fades in the darkest night
   and words unsaid are buried nether,
 pray call out my name and promise bury me
   in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather
                            VIII
 So, girl, feel my breath upon your cheek
   in gentle winds and stormy weather.
 Yes, there is something to remember me by -
   my Spanish boots of Spanish leather!


                Written: April 1997


       My take on the Bob Dylan classic.

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