The White Stripes - Black Jack Davey

Black Jack Davey come runnin' on back Whistlin' loud and merry Made the woods around him ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a lady "How old are you, my pretty little miss? How old are you, my honey?" She answered him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday" Said, "I'll be sixteen come Sunday" "Come and go with me, my pretty little miss Come and go with me, my honey I'll take you where the grass grows green You never will want for money" Said, "You never will want for money" "Pull off, pull off your long, blue gloves Made of Spanish leather Give to me your lily-white hand And we'll ride off together" Said, "We'll ride off together" Well, she pulled off her long, blue gloves Made of Spanish leather And gave to him her lily-white hand And bid fairwell forever And they both rode off together Well, late last night the boss came home Inquiring about his lady The servant spoke before she thought "She been with Black Jack Davey Rode off with Black Jack Davey" "Come on, come on my coal-black horse You're speedier than the gray I'll ride all day and I'll ride all night And I'll overtake my lady Yeah, I'll overtake my lady" Well, he rode all night 'til the broad daylight 'Til he came to a river ragin' And there he spied his darlin' bride In the arms of Black Jack Davey Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey. Would you forsake your house and home? Would you forsake your baby? Would you forsake your husband, too To go with Black Jack Davey? Run off with Black Jack Davey? Yes, I've forsaken my house and home And I'll forsake my baby And I'll forsake my husband, too To go with Black Jack Davey I'm in love with Black Jack Davey Am (quiet fingerpicking/strumming) Last night I slept on a feather bed Between my husband and baby And tonight I lay on the river banks In the arms of Black Jack Davey I'm in love with Black Jack Davey