Boots of Spanish Leather (From Sons of Anarchy)

Boots of Spanish Leather (西班牙皮靴) - Amos Lee/The Forest Rangers
Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing
No there's nothin' you can send me my own true love
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
Oh but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake mouth for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I might be gone a long 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 ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a sailin'
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a feelin'
Well if you my love must think that a way
I'm sure your mind is 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 wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes there's something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather