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Bob Dylan Blackjack Davey Lyrics

Last updated: 09/14/2011 11:00:00 AM

Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' on back
A 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 to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be sixteen come Sunday
Be sixteen come Sunday".

"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.

"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".

Well she pulled off them high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish Leather
Got behind him on his horse
And they rode off together
They both rode off together.

At night the boss came home
Inquirring about his lady
The servant spoke before she thought
"She's been with Black Jack Davey
Rode off with Black Jack Davey".

"Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud
He's speedier 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".
Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight
Till 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.

"Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Give to me your lily-white hand
And we'll go home together
We'll both go home together".

Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves
All made of the finest leather
Gave to him her lily-white hand
And said goodbye forever
Bid farewell forever.

"Would you forsake your house and home
Would you forsake your baby ?
Would you forsake your husband too
To go with Black Jack Davey
Ride off with Black Jack Davey ?".

"Well, I'll forsake my house and home
And I'll forsake my baby
I'll forsake my husband too
For the love of Black Jack Davey
Love my Black Jack Davey.

Last night I slept in a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the river banks
In the arms of Black Jack Davey
Love my Black Jack Davey".

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So what? | Reviewer: Anonymous | 9/14/11

Good song despite what it really is about. So shut up and stop fighting. The fact is, the "Hoover theory" could work relatively well with this song. Perhaps the song wasn't written to be a metaphor but someone has interpreted it as that. Stop trolling please. :)

bj davey | Reviewer: Anonymous | 4/23/10

This is an 18th century border ballad from Scotland. It has nothing to do with Hoover. The point of the song is that the lady prefers the cold ground and company of the Gypsy to the wealth and home of her husband and baby.Forbidden Love, rambling gypsy. You are an idiot

Homeless | Reviewer: John | 4/22/05

BlackJack Davey..a victim of Hoover's perception on progress. "Progress is shifting from a full kitchen to a full garage." (a chicken in every pot, a car in every garage). That was not progress that was confusion. And what has a paradigm so rotten at the root propogated? the BlackJack Davey's of the world. Homeless predators.