Arlo Guthrie – Gypsy Davey (Guitar)

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It was late last night when the boss come home,

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asking about his lady

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The only answer that he got was,

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she's gone with the Gypsy Davey,

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gone with the Gypsy Dave

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Go saddle me up my buckskin home,

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and my hundred dollar saddle

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Point out to me their wagon tracks,

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and after them I'll travel, and after them I'll ride

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Well, I had not rode 'till the midnight moon,

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I saw their campfire gleaming

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I heard the notes of the big guitar,

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and the voice of the Gypsies singing,

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that song of the Gypsy Dave

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It was there in the light of the camping fire,

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I saw her fair face beaming

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Her heart in tune to the big guitar,

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and the song of the gypsies singing,

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that song of the Gypsy Dave

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Have you forsaken your house and home?

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Have you forsaken your baby?

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Have you forsaken your husband dear?

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To go with the Gypsy Davey

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And sing with the Gypsy Davey

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that song of the Gypsy Dave?

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Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear,

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to go with the Gypsy Davey

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And I've forsaken my mansion high,

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but not my blue eyed baby,

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not my blue eyed babe

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She smiled to leave her husband dear,

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to go with the Gypsy Davey

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But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks,

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to think about her blue eyed baby,

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to think about her blue eyed babe

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Take off take off those buckskin gloves,

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made of Spanish leather

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Come give to me your lily-white hand,

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and we'll ride home together,

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and home again we'll ride

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No, I won't take off my buckskin gloves,

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made of Spanish leather

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I'll go my way from day to day,

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and sing with the Gypsy Davey,

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the song of the Gypsy Davey,

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the song of the Gypsy Dave,

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the song of the Gypsy Davey,

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the song of the Gypsy Dave