And we'll go home together
I'll forsake my husband too
Made of Spanish Leather
"I'll be sixteen come Sunday
You never will want for money
And we'll ride off together
Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey
Would you forsake your baby?
At night the boss came home
To go with Black Jack Davey
The servant spoke before she thought
You never will want for money
And there he spied his darlin' bride
Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud
Give to me your lily-white hand
All made of the finest leather
I'll bring back my lady
How old are you, my pretty little miss
"She's been with Black Jack Davey
Be sixteen come Sunday"
Get behind me on my horse
They both rode off together
How old are you, my honey?
Inquiring about his lady
She answered to him with a lovin' smile
Rode off with Black Jack Davey"
Bid farewell forever
Ride off with Black Jack Davey?
Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight
Well she pulled off them high-heeled shoes
And said goodbye forever
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
All made of Spanish leather
Would you forsake your house and home
Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves
Come and go with me, my pretty little miss
We'll both go home together
Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves
And I'll overtake my lady
Got behind him on his horse
Would you forsake your husband too
Come and go with me, my honey
I rode all day and I'll ride all night
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
And they rode off together
Gave to him her lily-white hand
Between my husband and baby
Till he came to a river ragin'
Love my Black Jack Davey
Tonight I lay on the river banks
Last night I slept in a feather bed
And I'll forsake my baby
Charmed the heart of a lady
Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
Made the woods around him ring
Well, I'll forsake my house and home
He's speedier than the gray
And he charmed the heart of a lady
All made of the finest leather
For the love of Black Jack Davey
Take you where the grass grows green
We'll both go off together
