| It was late last night
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| When the boss come home
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| He was askin' about his lady
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| The only answer he received
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| She’s gone with a Gypsy Davey
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| Gone with a Gypsy Dave
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| Go saddle for me my buckskin horse
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| And a hundred dollar saddle
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| Point out to me their wagon tracks
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| And after them I’ll travel, after them I’ll ride
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| Well, I had not rode till the midnight moon
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| Till I saw the 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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| There in the light of the camping fire
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| Saw her fair face beaming
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| Her heart in tune with 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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| Have you forsaken your house and home?
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| 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 Dave
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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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| And go with the Gypsy Davey
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| But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks
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| To think of the blue-eyed baby
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| Pretty little blue-eyed babe
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| Take off, take off your buckskin gloves
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| Made of Spanish leather
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| Give to me your lily-white hair
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| And we’ll ride back home together
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| And we’ll ride home again
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| No, I won’t take off my buckskin gloves
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| They’re 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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| That song of the Gypsy Dave
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| That song of the Gypsy Davey
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| That song of the Gypsy Dave |