Black Jack Davey

Black Davey come running on back
Whistlen' loud and merry
Made the woods round him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady

How old are you my pretty little miss?
How old are you my honey?
She answered with a loving smile
I'll be sixteen come sunday
Said i'll be sixteen come sunday

Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my honey
I'll take you where the grass grows green
You never will want for money
Said, you never will want for money

Pull off, pull off your long, blue gloves
Made of Spanish leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
And we'll ride off together
Said, we'll ride off together

Well, she pulled off her long, blue gloves
Made of Spanish leather
And gave to him her lily-white hand
And bid fairwell forever
And they both rode off together

Well, late last night the boss came home
Inquiring about his lady
The servant spoke before she thought
She been with Black Jack Davey
Rode off with Black Jack Davey

Come on, come on my coal-black horse
You're speedier than the gray
I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night
And I'll overtake my lady
Yeah, I'll overtake my lady

Well, he rode all night 'til the broad daylight
'Til he came to a river ragin'
And there he spied his darlin' bride
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey

Would you forsake your house and home?
Would you forsake your baby?
Would you forsake your husband, too
To go with Black Jack Davey?
Run off with Black Jack Davey?

Last night I slept on a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
And tonight I lay on the river banks
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
I'm in love with Black Jack Davey



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Bob Dylan
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