Blackjack Davey Bob Dylan
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[Verse 1]
Black Jack Davey come a-riden' on back
A-whistling loud and merry
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady
[Verse 2]
"How old are you, my pretty little miss
How old are you, my honey"
She answered to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday."
[Verse 3]
"Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my honey
Take you where the grass grows green
You never will want for money
You never will want for money
[Chorus]
"Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'll ride off together
We'll both go off together."
Black Jack Davey come a-riden' on back
A-whistling loud and merry
Made the woods around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a lady
[Verse 2]
"How old are you, my pretty little miss
How old are you, my honey"
She answered to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday."
[Verse 3]
"Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my honey
Take you where the grass grows green
You never will want for money
You never will want for money
[Chorus]
"Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my horse
And we'll ride off together
We'll both go off together."
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