Baez Sings Dylan

l pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with every breath Who passionately hates his life And likewise, f

Boots Of Spanish Leather - Joan Baez Well I'm sailin away my own true love I'm sailin' away in the mornin' Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place where I'll be landin' No there's nothing you can bring me my own true love