It was late last night when the boss come home   Askin' about his lady   The only answer he received, "she's gone with the   Gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Davy."      "go saddle for me my buskin' horse   And a hundred dollars saddle   Point out to me their wagon tracks   And after them I'll travel, after them I'll ride"      Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon   When I saw the campfire gleaming   I heard the notes of the big guitar   And the voice of the gypsy singin'   That song of the gypsy Dave      There in the light of the camping fire   I saw her fair face beaming   Her heart in tune with the big guitar   And the voice of the gypsy 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 to the gypsy Dave   And sing with the gypsy Dave   That song of the gypsy Dave      Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear   To go with the gypsy Davy   And I've forsaken my mansion high   But not my blue-eyed baby   Not my blue-eyed babe.      Take off take off your buskin'gloves   Made of spanish leather   Give to me your lily-white hand   We'll ride back home together   And we'll ride home again      No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves   They're made of Spanish leather   I'll go my way from day to day   And sing with the gypsy Davy   That song of the gypsy Dave   That song of the gypsy Dave