Gypsy Davy

It was late last night when the boss come home

Askin' about his lady

The only answer he received, "she's gone with the

Gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Davy."

"go saddle for me my buskin' horse

And a hundred dollars saddle

Point out to me their wagon tracks

And after them I'll travel, after them I'll ride"

Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon

When I saw the campfire gleaming

I heard the notes of the big guitar

And the voice of the gypsy singin'

That song of the gypsy Dave

There in the light of the camping fire

I saw her fair face beaming

Her heart in tune with the big guitar

And the voice of the gypsy singing

That song of the gypsy Dave

Have you forsaken your house and home

Have you forsaken your baby

Have you forsaken your husband dear

To go to the gypsy Dave

And sing with the gypsy Dave

That song of the gypsy Dave

Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear

To go with the gypsy Davy

And I've forsaken my mansion high

But not my blue-eyed baby

Not my blue-eyed babe.

Take off take off your buskin'gloves

Made of spanish leather

Give to me your lily-white hand

We'll ride back home together

And we'll ride home again

No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves

They're made of Spanish leather

I'll go my way from day to day

And sing with the gypsy Davy

That song of the gypsy Dave

That song of the gypsy Dave