Johnny Faa, or The Gypsy Laddie
Anonymous
| Invece Woody Guthrie incise la sua versione de “The Gypsy Laddie”... | |
BLACK JACK DAVID Black Jack David came runnin g through the woods, and he sang so loud and gaily, made the hills around him ring, and he charmed the heart of a lady, and he charmed the heart of a lady. How old are you, my pretty little miss, how old are you, my honey ? She answered him with a silly little smile, ”I'll be sixteen next Sunday, I'll be sixteen next Sunday.” Come go with me, my pretty little miss, come go with, me my honey ! I'll take you across the deep blue sea, for you never shall want for money, where you never shall want for money. She pulled off her high-heeled shoes, they were made of Spanish leather. She put on those low-heeled shoes, and they both rode off together, and they both rode off together. Last night I lay on a warm feather bed, beside my husband and baby. Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground, by the side of Black Jack David, by the side of Black Jack David. | GYPSY DAVEY It was late last night When the boss came home Asking about his lady And the only answer he received She's gone with the Gypsy Davey She's gone with the Gypsy Dave Go saddle for me my buckskin horse And my hundred dollar saddle Point out to me their waggon tracks And after them I'll travel Well, after them I'll ride Well, he had not rode to the midnight moon When he saw their campfire gleaming And he heard the notes of the big guitar And the voice of the gypsy singing The song of the Gypsy Dave Take off, take off your pigskin gloves And your boots of Spanish leather And give to me your lily white hands We'll go back home together We'll ride back home again No, I won't take off my pigskin gloves Nor my boots of Spanish leather I'll go my way from day to day And sing with the Gypsy Davey I'll go with 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 Davey And sing with the Gypsy Dave Yes, I've forsaken my house and home To go with the Gypsy Davey And I've forsaken my husband dear But not my blue eyed baby My pretty little blue-eyed babe. |
