It’s a great webpage. Seems to aggregate content on sites across the Internet pertaining to Bob Dylan. We just got submitted as a one line link on there and boom, an explosion of new traffic.

I’m reading articles from it right now, check it out:

http://expectingrain.com/

For those coming from the link I don’t know much to say. We’re not Dylan experts. I can say this…. my 72 year old mom loves “Boots Of Spanish Leather”.

Let me rephrase that, “These videos have been readily available forever”.

Here’s the story about the show.

Here’s another one:

and another one with a lot better quality:

I’m glad I put that one up… I can see how he plays that progression. Girl From The North Country and Spanish Boots Of Spanish Leather are extremely similar – they’re either the same chords or very close. Jimmie and I do Boots of Spanish Leather but I’ve just been playing hit or miss chords. What he’s playing here, the right progression that I can see clearly, is going to sound much better.

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.