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GYPSY DAVEY

(trad./Woody Guthrie)


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Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan on East Orange Tape, Feb-Mar 1961

Most likely source: Woody Guthrie, The Early Years (Tradition FS-204).


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Transcribed by Manfred Helfert


It was late last night when the Lord came in...
It was late last night when the boss come home
Asking 'bout his lady,
The only answer that he got,
"She's gone with the Gypsy Davey,
She's gone with the Gypsy Dave."

"Go saddle for me my buckskin horse
And hundred dollar saddle,
Point out to me their wagon tracks,
And after them I'll travel,
And after them I'll ride."

Well, he had not rode till the midnight moon
He saw the campfire gleamin'.
He heard the sound of the big guitar,
An' the voice of the gypsy singin'
That song of the Gypsy Dave.

An' there by the light of the campin' fire,
[SUNG AS: "An' there by the night of the camplin' fire..."]
He saw her fair face beamin',
Her heart in tune to the big guitar
And the sound of the gypsy singin'
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 Davey,
To go with the Gypsy Dave? "

"Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear
To go with the Gypsy Davey.
And I've forsaken my mansion high,
But not my blue-eyed baby,
But not my blue-eyed babe."

She turned to go away from him
And go with the Gypsy Davey,
But the tears come tricklin' down her cheeks
To think of her blue-eyed baby,
To go with the blue-eyed babe.

"Take off, take off your buckskin gloves
Made of Spanish leather,
And give to me your lily white hand
To go ride home together,
And we'll ride home again. "

"I'm not take off my buckskin gloves
Made of Spanish leather,
I'll go on my way from day to day
To be with the Gypsy Davey,
To go with the Gypsy Dave,
Sing with the Gypsy Davey,
Go with the Gypsy Dave."


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