Gypsy Davy

It was late last night when the boss came home

He was askin' about his lady

The only answer that he received

"She's gone with the Gypsy Davey

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

After them I'll ride"

Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon

'Til I saw the campfire gleaming

I heard the notes of the big guitar

And the voice of the gypsy 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 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 with the Gypsy Davy

And sing with the Gypsy Dave

The 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"

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

We'll ride home again"

"No, I won't take off my buckskin 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 Davy

That song of the Gypsy Dave"