Traditional - Woody Guthrie
It was late last night when the boss came home
Asking about his lady
The only answer he received:
She’s gone with the gypsy Davy
She’s gone with the gypsy Dave
Go saddle for me my buckskin horse
And a hundred dollar saddle
Point out to me their wagon tracks
And after them I’ll travel
And after them I’ll ride
Well, I had not rode to the midnight moon
When I saw the campfire gleaming
I heard the notes of the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsies singing
That song of the gypsy Dave
There in the light of the camping fire
I saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune to the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsies 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 with the gypsy Davy
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
But not my blue-eyed baby
She smiled to leave her husband dear
And go with the gypsy Davy
But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks
To think of the blue eyed baby
Pretty little blue eyed babe
Take off, take off your buckskin gloves
Made of Spanish leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
And we’ll ride home together
And we’ll ride home again
No, I won’t take off my buckskin gloves
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
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