Arlo Guthrie - Gypsy davey

It was ^Clate last night when the ^C6boss come ^Chome, asking a^C6bout his ^Clady The only answer ^C6that he ^Cgot was, she's ^Fgone with the Gypsy ^CDavey, ^Fgone with the Gypsy ^CDave

Go ^Csaddle me up my ^C6buckskin ^Chome, and my hundred ^C6dollar ^Csaddle Point out to me their ^C6wagon ^Ctracks, and ^Fafter them I'll ^Ctravel, and ^Fafter them I'll ^Cride

Well, I ^Chad not rode 'till the ^C6midnight ^Cmoon, I saw their ^C6campfire ^Cgleaming I heard the notes of the ^C6big gu^Citar, and the ^Fvoice of the Gypsies ^Csinging, that ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDave

It was ^Cthere in the light of the ^C6camping ^Cfire, I saw her ^C6fair face ^Cbeaming Her heart in tune to the ^C6big gui^Ctar, and the ^Fsong of the gypsies ^Csinging, that ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDave

^CHave you forsaken your ^C6house and ^Chome? Have you forsaken your ^C6bab^Cy? Have you forsaken your ^C6husband ^Cdear? To ^Fgo with the Gypsy ^CDavey And ^Fsing with the Gypsy ^CDavey that ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDave?

Yes, ^CI've forsaken my ^C6husband ^Cdear, to go with the ^C6Gypsy ^CDavey And I've forsaken my ^C6mansion ^Chigh, but ^Fnot my blue eyed ^Cbaby, ^Fnot my blue eyed ^Cbabe

She ^Csmiled to leave her ^C6husband ^Cdear, to go with the ^C6Gypsy ^CDavey But the tears come a-trickling ^C6down her ^Ccheeks, to ^Fthink about her blue eyed ^Cbaby, to ^Fthink about her blue eyed ^Cbabe

^CTake off take off those ^C6buckskin ^Cgloves, made of ^C6Spanish ^Cleather Come give to me your ^C6lily-white ^Chand, and ^Fwe'll ride home to^Cgether, and ^Fhome again we'll ^Cride

No, I ^Cwon't take off my ^C6buckskin ^Cgloves, made of ^C6Spanish ^Cleather I'll go my way from ^C6day to ^Cday, and ^Fsing with the Gypsy ^CDavey, the ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDavey, the ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDave, the ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDavey, the ^Fsong of the Gypsy ^CDave