Gypsy Davy

Late last night my lord came home

Askin about his lady

The only answer that he received

"She's gone with the Gypsy Davey

Gone with the Gypsy Dave"

Well saddle for me a buckskin horse

My hundred dollar saddle

Point out to me their wagon tracks

And after them I'll travel

After them I'll ride

Well he rode and he rode in the midnight moon

Til he saw the campfire gleaming

Heard the voicе of that big guitar

The voice of the gypsiеs singing

That song of the Gypsy Dave

Well have you forsaken your house and land?

Your butlers and your lady?

Have you forsaken your husband dear

To go with the Gypsy Davy?

Sing with the Gypsy Dave?

Yes I've forsaken my house and land

My butlers and my lady

And I've forsaken my husband dear

Just to go with the Gypsy Davy

And sing with the Gypsy Dave

She laughed to leave house and land

The butlers and the ladies

But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks

At the thought of the blue-eyed baby

Pretty little blue-eyed babe

Oh take off, take off your buckskin gloves

Made of Spanish leather

Give to me your little hand

We'll ride home together

Ride home again

No, I'll not take off my buckskin gloves

Made of Spanish leather

Gonna go my way from day to day

I'll sing with the Gypsy Davy

The song of the Gypsy Davy

The song of the Gypsy Dave