It was late last night
When the boss come home
He was askin' about his lady
The only answer he received
She’s gone with a Gypsy Davey
Gone with a 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 till the midnight moon
Till 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
Saw her fair face beaming
Her heart in tune with the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsies singing
That song of the Gypsy Dave
Have you forsaken your house and home?
You forsaken your baby
Have you forsaken your husband, dear
To go with the Gypsy Davey?
And sing with the Gypsy Dave
That song of 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
Not my blue-eyed babe
She smiled to leave her husband dear
And go with the Gypsy Davey
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 hair
And we’ll ride back home together
And 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 Davey
That song of the Gypsy Dave
That song of the Gypsy Davey
That song of the Gypsy Dave