Black Jack David
Black Jack David came riding through the woods
And he sang so loud and gaily
Made the hills around him ring
And he charmed the hearts of the lady
And he charmed the hearts of the lady
"How old are you my pretty little miss
How old are you my honey?"
She answered him with a silly little grin
"I'll be sixteen next Sunday
Be sixteen next Sunday"
"Come go with me my pretty little miss
Come go with me my honey
I'll take you across the deep blue sea
Where you never shall want for money
You never shall want for money"
She pulled off her high-heeled shoes
They were made of Spanish leather
She put on her low-heeled shoes
Then they both rode off together
Both rode off together
Last night I lay on my feather bed
Beside my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground
Beside my Black Jack David
Beside my Black Jack David
Autor(es): A.P. CARTER
