Boots Of Spanish Leather
My ears weren't designed to work with mp3 players. The bloody ear pieces either hurt or fall out. Never mind, I actually got them to stay in long enough to listen to Boots of Spanish Leather by Bob Dylan, so I am now feeling like I should be going somewhere exotic and foreign.
I can vaguely remember listening to the track on a hotel balcony and staring at the most beautiful dark haired lady I'd ever seen. She didn't speak any English and I didn't know any Spanish but life's like that sometimes.
It's like this too.
"All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too."
I can vaguely remember listening to the track on a hotel balcony and staring at the most beautiful dark haired lady I'd ever seen. She didn't speak any English and I didn't know any Spanish but life's like that sometimes.
It's like this too.
"All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too."
Posted by Milt at 12:09:00 am
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