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Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather
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 Somewhere out there breathes my true love, someone to see through my blether, for among the prickly thorns blooms the rose 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 weary heart I’ve mused on you and me hope filled by this journey together. If only to find I would walk the farthest mile in my Spanish boots of Spanish leather V I’m off, my beloved, 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 moist 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 into 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 take heed, take heed, of the western wind, take heed of the stormy weather”. Yes, there is something to remember me by - my Spanish boots of Spanish leather! Written: April 1997 With special thanks to Bob Dylan
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