Blackjack Davey (Bob Dylan cover)
Blackjack Davey come a-riding on back
A-whistling loud and merry
Charmed the heart of a lonely girl
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady
"How old are you, my pretty little thing
How old are you, my baby?"
She answered him with a loving smile
"I'll be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday"
"Take off, take off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'll go off together
We'll both go off together
Take off them high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish leather
I'll take you where the grass is green
You never will want for money
Never will want for money"
At night the boss came home
Inquiring about his lady
The maid spoke before she thought
"She's gone with Blackjack Davey
Rode off with Blackjack Davey"
"Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud
He's quicker than the gray
I rode all day and I'll ride all night
And I'll overtake my lady
I'll bring back my lady"
So he rode all night until the broad daylight
Until he came to a river raging
And there he spied his lonely bride
In the arms of Blackjack Davey
Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey
"Would you forsake your house and home
Would you forsake your baby
Would you forsake your husband too
To be with Blackjack Davey
To go off with Blackjack Davey?"
"Well, I'll forsake my house and home
And I'll forsake my baby
I'll forsake my husband too
To be with Blackjack Davey
Love my Blackjack Davey"