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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 |
