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