Boots of Spanish Leather
Written by Bob Dylan
Released on The Times They Are
A-changin’ (1964)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem
These seem to be the chords on the album version:
G 320003
C/g 3x2013
Em9 05403x
D7/F# 20021x
Em 022000
but note that in all recent live renditions, he plays:
G 320003
C/g 3x2013
"D" x54030
C x32010
Em 022000
The theoretically inclined may note the interesting change that the
third chord has undergone, mainly because of the change in what
follows.
The chords are the same as for Girl From the North
Country.
G C/g G Gsus4 G
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|-----0--(1)----1-|-----1---------0-|-----0h1-------0-|-----0-----------|
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----0-------2---|-----2-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|
Em9 D7/f#
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|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-----0-----------|-----3-----------|-----3-----------|-----1-----------|
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----0-------0---|-----4-------4---|-----4-------4---|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-2-------2-------|
Oh, I'm sailing away my own true love
G C/g G Em9
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|-----0---------1-|-----1---------0-|-----0-----------|-----3-----------|
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----0-------2---|-----2-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----4-------4---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-0-------0-------|
I'm a - sailing a-
D7/f# G C/g G
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|-----0---1-------|-----3---------1-|-----1---------0-|-----0-----------|
|-----------------|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----2-------0---|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-0-------2-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|
way in the morning Is there some-
Em Em7 C/g G C/g
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|-----0---------0-|-----0-----------|-----1---------0-|-----0---------1-|
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----2-------2---|-----2-------0---|-----2-------0---|-----0-------2---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-0-------0-------|-0-------0-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|
thing I can send you from a - cross the sea
G Em9 D7/f#
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|-----1---------0-|-----0-----------|-----3-----------|-----1---------0-|
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----2-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----4-------0---|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-0-------0-------|-2-------2-------|
From the place that I'll be
C/g G D7/f# G
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|-----1---------0-|-----0---------0-|-------1-------0-|-----0-----------|
|-----------0-----|-----------0-----|---0-------0-----|-----------0-----|
|-----2-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|-3-------3-------|-3-------2-------|-3-------3-------|
landing
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|-----0-----------|
|-----------0-----|
|-----0-------0---|
|-----------------|
|-3-------3-------|
No, there's...
G C/g G
Em9 D7/f# G C/g G
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love
Em9 D7/f# G
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
Em C/g G
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
Em9 D7/f# G C/g G
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love.
There's nothing I'm a-wishin' to be ownin'.
Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled
from across that lonesome ocean.
Ah, but I just though you might want something fine
made of silver or of golden
either from the mountains of Madrid
or the coast of Barcelona.
But if I had the stars from the darkest night
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss,
for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
But I might be gone a long old time,
and it's only that I'm askin'.
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'?
Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow.
Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day.
It was from her ship a'sailin'.
Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again.
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'."
If you my love must think that a'way
I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'.
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
but with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the Western winds.
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me:
Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather.