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From: zureick@ucunix.san.uc.edu (John H. Zureick)
Newsgroups: rec.music.dylan
Subject: BLACKJACK DAVY
Message-ID: <BxM1Iz.KL@ucunix.san.uc.edu>
Date: 12 Nov 92 15:54:34 GMT
Organization: University of Cincinnati
Lines: 87
Here are the words to Blackjack Davey as transcribed by
John Carpenter. Corrections gladly accepted.
Blackjack Davey
Blackjack Davey came a riding on by,
A whistling loud and merry.
made the words around 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?
the answer to him with a loving smile,
I'll be sixteen come Sunday,
Be sixteen come Sunday.
Come and and go with me my pretty little miss
Come and go with my my honey.
Taking you where grass grows green,
You never will want for money,
Never will want for money.
Pull off, pull off those high heeled shoes,
All made of Spanish leather.
Get behind me on my horse,
and we'll ride off together,
We'll both ride off together.
Now she pulled off them high heeled shoes,
Made of Spanish Leather.
Got behind him on his horse
and they rode off together
They both rode off together.
That night the boss came home,
Inquiring about his lady.
Ther servant spoke before she thought,
"She's been with Blackjack Davey."
"Rode off with Blackjack Davey."
Saddle me up my old Balck Stud,
He's speedier than the grave.
I rode all day and I'll ride all night,
And I owe it to my lady,
I'll bring back my lady.
Well he rode all night till the broad daylight,
to a river a raging,
And there he spied his darling bride,
In the arms of Blackjack Davey,
Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey.
Pull off pull off them long blue gloves,
All made of the finest leather.
And give to me your lily white hand,
And we'll go home together,
We'll both go home together.
Well she pulled off them long blue gloves,
All made of Spanish leather,
Gave to him her lily white hand,
And say goodbye forever,
Bid farewell forever.
Would you foresake your house and home?
Would you foresake your baby?
Would you foresake you husband too
To go with Blackjack Davey?
Ride off with Blackjack Davey.
Well I've foresaken my house and home,
And I'll foresake my baby,
I'll foresake my husband too
for the love of Blackjack Davey.
Love my Blackjack Davey.
Last night I slept in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the river banks,
in the arms of Blackjack Davey.
Love my Blackjack Davey.
--
John H. Zureick zureick@ucunix.san.uc.edu