Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie



It was late last night when the boss came home

Asking about his lady

The only answer that he got was

She's gone with the Gypsy Davey

Gone with the Gypsy Dave



Go saddle me up my buckskin home

And my hundred dollar saddle

Point out to me their wagon tracks

And after them I'll travel and after them l'll ride



Well I had not rode 'till the midnight moon

I saw their campfire gleaming

I heard the notes of the big guitar

And the voice of the Gypsies singing

That song of the Gypsy Dave



It was there in the light of the camping fire

I saw her fair face beaming

Her heart in tune to the big guitar

And the song of the gypsies singing

That song of the Gypsy Dave



Have you forsaken your house and home?

Have you forsaken your baby?

Have you forsaken your husband dear?

To go with the Gypsy Davey

And sing with the Gypsy Davey

The song of the Gypsy Dave?



Yes I've forsaken my husband dear

To go with the Gypsy Davey

And I've forsaken my mansion high

But not my blue eyed baby

Not my blue eyed babe



She smiled to leave her husband dear

To go with the Gypsy Davey

But the tears come a-trickling down her cheeks

To think about her blue eyed baby

To think about her blue eyed babe



Take off take off those buckskin gloves

Made of Spanish leather

Come give to me your lily-white hand

And we'll ride home together

And home again we'll ride



No I won't take off my buckskin gloves

Made of Spanish leather

I'll go my way from day to day

And sing with the Gypsy Davey

The song of the Gypsy Davey

The song of the Gypsy Dave