| It was late last night when the boss came 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 l’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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| The 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 |