Woody Guthrie - Gypsy davy

^CIt was late last night when the boss come home He's askin' about his lady The only answer he received, "she's ^G7gone with the Gypsy ^CDavy, go^G7ne with the gypsy Da^Cve"

^C"go saddle for me my buckskin' horse And a hundred dollars saddle Point out to me their wagon tracks And ^G7after them I'll t^Cravel, ^G7after them I'll ^Cride"

^CWell, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon When I saw the campfire gleaming I heard the notes of the big guitar And the ^G7voice of the gypsy ^Csingin' That ^G7song of the gypsy ^CDave

^CThere in the light of the camping fire I saw her fair face beaming Her heart in tune with the big guitar And the ^G7voice of the gypsy ^Csinging That ^G7song of the gypsy ^CDave

^CHave you forsaken your house and home Have you forsaken your baby Have you forsaken your husband dear To ^G7go to the gypsy ^CDavey And s^G7ing with the gypsy Dave That ^G7song of the gypsy ^CDave

^CYes, I've forsaken my husband dear To go with the gypsy Davy And I've forsaken my mansion high But ^G7not my blue-eyed b^Caby ^G7Not my blue-eyed ^Cbabe

^CShe smiled to leave her husband dear And go with the Gypsy Davy But the tears come a-tricklin' down her cheeks To ^G7think of the blue-eyed ^Cbaby ^G7Pretty little blue-eyed ^Cbabe

^CTake off take off your buskin'gloves Made of spanish leather Give to me your lily-white hand We'll ^G7ride back home ^Ctogether And we'll ^G7ride home ^Cagain

^CNo, I won't take off my buskin' gloves They're made of Spanish leather I'll go my way from day to day And ^G7sing with the gypsy ^CDavy That ^G7song of the gypsy D^Cave That s^G7ong of the gypsy ^CDavey That ^G7song of the gypsy ^CDave