GYPSY DAVEY



It was late last night

When the boss came home

Asking about his lady

And the only answer he received

She's gone with the Gypsy Davey

She's gone with the Gypsy Dave



Go saddle for me my buckskin horse

And my hundred dollar saddle

Point out to me their waggon tracks

And after them I'll travel

Well, after them I'll ride



Well, he had not rode to the midnight moon

When he saw their campfire gleaming

And he heard the notes of the big guitar

And the voice of the gypsy singing

The song of the Gypsy Dave



Take off, take off your pigskin gloves

And your boots of Spanish leather

And give to me your lily white hands

We'll go back home together

We'll ride back home again



No, I won't take off my pigskin gloves

Nor my boots of Spanish leather

I'll go my way from day to day

And sing with the Gypsy Davey

I'll go with the Gypsy Dave



Have you forsaken your house and home

Have you forsaken your baby

Have you forsaken your husband dear

To go with the Gypsy Davey

And sing with the Gypsy Dave



Yes, I've forsaken my house and home

To go with the Gypsy Davey

And I've forsaken my husband dear

But not my blue eyed baby

My pretty little blue-eyed babe.



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