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It was late last night when the boss come home |
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Askin' about his lady |
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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" |
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Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon |
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When I saw the campfire gleaming |
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I heard the notes of the big guitar |
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And the voice of the gypsy singin' |
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That song of the gypsy |
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Dave There in the light of the camping fire |
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I saw her fair face beaming |
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Her heart in tune with the big guitar |
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And the voice of the gypsy singing |
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That song of the gypsy |
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Dave Have you forsaken your house and home |
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Have you forsaken your baby |
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Have you forsaken your husband dear |
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To go to the gypsy |
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Dave And sing with the gypsy |
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Dave That song of the gypsy |
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Dave Yes, |
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I've forsaken my husband dear |
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To go with the gypsy |
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Davy And I've forsaken my mansion high |
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But not my blue-eyed baby |
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Not my blue-eyed babe. |
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Take off take off your buskin'gloves |
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Made of spanish leather |
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Give to me your lily-white hand |
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We'll ride back home together |
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And we'll ride home again |
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No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves |
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They're made of |
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Spanish leather |
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I'll go my way from day to day |
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And sing with the gypsy |
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Davy That song of the gypsy |
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Dave |
