Elliott Smith - Blackjack Davey (Bob Dylan cover) lyrics

Blackjack Davey come a-riding on back A-whistling loud and merry Charmed the heart of a lonely girl And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a lady "How old are you, my pretty little thing How old are you, my baby?" She answered him with a loving smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday Be sixteen come Sunday" "Take off, take off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather Get behind me on my horse And we'll go off together We'll both go off together Take off them high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish leather I'll take you where the gra** is green You never will want for money Never will want for money" At night the boss came home Inquiring about his lady The maid spoke before she thought "She's gone with Blackjack Davey Rode off with Blackjack Davey" "Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud He's quicker than the gray I rode all day and I'll ride all night And I'll overtake my lady I'll bring back my lady" So he rode all night until the broad daylight Until he came to a river raging And there he spied his lonely bride In the arms of Blackjack Davey Wrapped up with Blackjack Davey "Would you forsake your house and home Would you forsake your baby Would you forsake your husband too To be with Blackjack Davey To go off with Blackjack Davey?" "Well, I'll forsake my house and home And I'll forsake my baby I'll forsake my husband too To be with Blackjack Davey Love my Blackjack Davey"