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Boots and Spain and Boots Again

by Margo Cilker

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1.
Texan 02:43
I cannot tell you (3x) Why I am this way I cannot tell you (3x) Why she went away I was hellbent down in Texas, I’s still singing with the choir Huffin’ paint and gasoline ‘Til the early morning hours Took me a woman to set me straight But she only set me down Now I’m listenin’ to that high and lonesome sound I cannot tell you (3x) Why I am this way I cannot tell you (3x) Why she went away Now I’m driftin’ on the flatlands And I’m driftin’ into bars Pickin’ country gospel On an old spruce-top guitar I sing out loud for a woman And a baby left behind But Lord knows that I ain’t gonna turn back time I cannot tell you (3x) Why I am this way I cannot tell you (3x) Why she went away (Repeat)
2.
Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love I’m sailin’ away in the morning Is there something I can send you 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 them all 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 you 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 heart is 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
3.
Bootheels 03:21
I saw you on the way today I saw you in the rain I saw you holding hands today But I don't know her name She looks a little like I do But not the same. She's got the same look in her eye I wanna throw your way. Pick up your bootheels Pick up your bootheels Come on home. Put down the bottle Put down the bottle, Let it alone. I saw you in my dream last night I dreamt you unafraid Unafraid to hold me tight And let me stay. Of all the places I could go And places that I've been If you weren't there with me Then they don't mean a thing. Pick up your bootheels Pick up your bootheels, Come on home. Put down the bottle Put down the bottle Let it alone.
4.
Asturiana 03:57
Asturiana, teach me how to whistle We don’t make that sound on my side of the town We say fillin’ up a heart one time is plenty And any more is sure to let you down Asturiana, show me how to move now I could swing my legs if you would hold my hands My train, it don’t roll out until tomorrow So let me hold you closely while I can Oh, dip me like a candle in the darkness Swing me like a stone across the sea Kiss me like you know just what you’re after Even if you’re just as lost as me Asturiana, drive me toward Salinas Pour me out some cider in my glass Tell me all those secrets that you spill out when you’re tired Oh every drop tastes sweeter than the last Walk me up the hillside of your memory Drown me in the wellspring of your mind Drop me off A-8 into the Picos The Western world could never hold my kind. Asturiana, every time that smoke clears I see you standin’ tall with matches in your hand Now I know I can’t be the only one you’re foolin’ But I’ll let you get away with what you can. Asturiana, meet me in that half-light Oh, the crescent moon has asked for you by name I could never let her down when she’s so fragile But you and I, we never were the same Darling, you and I, we never were the same Rock me from the coast to Oviedo Move me like the waters of the Rhine Drop me off A-8 into the Picos The Western world could never hold my kind.

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released February 4, 2015

Credits:
Natxo Beltran-drums
Daniel Merino- acoustic guitar
Pit Idoyaga- electric guitar
Margo Cilker- guitar, mandolin, vocals
Fabian Acarregui – double bass
Alex Blasco- keyboard
Juan Gumuzio- banjo
Saul Santolaria- vocals

tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 written by Margo Cilker. Boots of Spanish Leather borrowed from the influential Bob Dylan


***There is a bonus track if you download the whole album! A live version of my new song "Montebello"***

All songs recorded, mixed and mastered by Saúl Santolaria at Sweet Saul Music Studio, Sopelana. A warm thanks to every musician on the album. It means a lot that you wanted to work on a project with a yanqui like me.


Love, Margo

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Margo Cilker Goldendale, Washington

I once google-searched the definition of "pine" and the example provided was this: "Some people pine for the return of the monarchy". I'd feel the same way, perhaps, had I been born in a different place, but I'm left to pine for other things like basque wine, moonlight and cowboys. ... more

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