Chords for Gypsy Davey - Arlo Guthrie and Family
Tempo:
96.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
E
Bm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm going to sing you one of the songs that my dad [A] didn't
He wrote a lot of songs, but he also was a great [E] thief of songs.
[G] And he would steal whatever songs that he had heard
and [Gb] rearrange them a little bit [Bb] and tell a different story
or [E] whatever it was that he wanted to say in these songs.
He [Eb] took an old ballad, one of these, you [E] know, English
[Gb] ballads.
It was called [N] The Seven Little Gypsies or something like that.
And he wrote it into a song called The Gypsy Davy.
In the original ballad, it's a song about, you know,
typically one of these English songs where the gypsies come to visit the [G] castle or something
and the [F] lady of the place [G] runs off with the [Bb] gypsies.
The lord finds [Ebm] out about it, goes on after him,
[N] catches them all, brings them back to the castle and hangs everybody.
That's sort of a happy, typical British ballad.
And, of course, in my dad's version, when he changed it around,
the girl ends up with [D] the guitar player.
That's just me.
It was late last night, but the boss come home, asking about his lady.
The only [Bm] answer that [D] he got was,
She's gone with the gypsy, Davy, gone with the gypsy, Davy.
Go saddle me up, my busking horse, [G] my hundred dollar [D] saddle,
Pour me out to [Bm] meet the wagon [Gm] tracks, and after [D] them I'll travel, and after them I'll [D] ride.
Well, he had not a road to the midnight, but he saw their campfire gleaming,
Heard the notes of the big guitar, and the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
As he rode into the camping fire, he saw her fair face beaming,
Very hard in [Bm] tune to the [D] big guitar, the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
[G]
[D] [E] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] Hey, I'll take off those busking gloves made of Spanish leather,
Give to me [Bm] a rosary in my [G] hand, and we'll ride [D] home together, [G] home again [D] we'll ride.
No, I won't take off my busking gloves [G] made of Spanish [D] leather,
Half a month [Bm] away from Davy, [G] Davy, he's seen with the [D] gypsy, Davy,
The song of the gypsy, Davy, the song of the gypsy, Davy.
[E]
[D]
[N]
He wrote a lot of songs, but he also was a great [E] thief of songs.
[G] And he would steal whatever songs that he had heard
and [Gb] rearrange them a little bit [Bb] and tell a different story
or [E] whatever it was that he wanted to say in these songs.
He [Eb] took an old ballad, one of these, you [E] know, English
[Gb] ballads.
It was called [N] The Seven Little Gypsies or something like that.
And he wrote it into a song called The Gypsy Davy.
In the original ballad, it's a song about, you know,
typically one of these English songs where the gypsies come to visit the [G] castle or something
and the [F] lady of the place [G] runs off with the [Bb] gypsies.
The lord finds [Ebm] out about it, goes on after him,
[N] catches them all, brings them back to the castle and hangs everybody.
That's sort of a happy, typical British ballad.
And, of course, in my dad's version, when he changed it around,
the girl ends up with [D] the guitar player.
That's just me.
It was late last night, but the boss come home, asking about his lady.
The only [Bm] answer that [D] he got was,
She's gone with the gypsy, Davy, gone with the gypsy, Davy.
Go saddle me up, my busking horse, [G] my hundred dollar [D] saddle,
Pour me out to [Bm] meet the wagon [Gm] tracks, and after [D] them I'll travel, and after them I'll [D] ride.
Well, he had not a road to the midnight, but he saw their campfire gleaming,
Heard the notes of the big guitar, and the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
As he rode into the camping fire, he saw her fair face beaming,
Very hard in [Bm] tune to the [D] big guitar, the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
[G]
[D] [E] [D]
[A] [D]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] Hey, I'll take off those busking gloves made of Spanish leather,
Give to me [Bm] a rosary in my [G] hand, and we'll ride [D] home together, [G] home again [D] we'll ride.
No, I won't take off my busking gloves [G] made of Spanish [D] leather,
Half a month [Bm] away from Davy, [G] Davy, he's seen with the [D] gypsy, Davy,
The song of the gypsy, Davy, the song of the gypsy, Davy.
[E]
[D]
[N]
Key:
D
G
E
Bm
A
D
G
E
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I'm going to sing you one of the songs that my dad _ [A] didn't_
He wrote a lot of songs, but he also was a great [E] thief of songs.
[G] And he would steal whatever songs that he had heard
and [Gb] rearrange them a little bit [Bb] and tell a different story
or [E] whatever it was that he wanted to say in these songs.
He [Eb] took an old ballad, one of these, you [E] know, English _
[Gb] _ ballads.
It was called [N] The Seven Little Gypsies or something like that.
And he wrote it into a song called The Gypsy Davy.
In the original ballad, it's a song about, you know,
typically one of these English songs where the gypsies come to visit the [G] castle or something
and the [F] lady of the place [G] runs off with the [Bb] gypsies.
The lord finds [Ebm] out about it, goes on after him,
[N] catches them all, brings them back to the castle and hangs everybody.
That's sort of a happy, typical British ballad.
And, of course, in my dad's version, when he changed it around,
the girl ends up with [D] the guitar player.
_ That's just me. _ _ _
_ _ _ It was late last night, but the boss come home, asking about his lady.
The only [Bm] answer that [D] he got was,
She's gone with the gypsy, Davy, gone with the gypsy, Davy.
Go saddle me up, my busking horse, [G] my hundred dollar [D] saddle,
Pour me out to [Bm] meet the wagon [Gm] tracks, and after [D] them I'll travel, and after them I'll [D] ride.
_ Well, he had not a road to the midnight, but he saw their campfire gleaming,
Heard the notes of the big guitar, and the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
As he rode into the camping fire, he saw her fair face beaming,
Very hard in [Bm] tune to the [D] big guitar, the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
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[D] _ _ _ Hey, I'll take off those busking gloves made of Spanish leather,
Give to me [Bm] a rosary in my [G] hand, and we'll ride [D] home together, [G] home again [D] we'll ride.
No, I won't take off my busking gloves [G] made of Spanish [D] leather,
Half a month [Bm] away from Davy, [G] Davy, he's seen with the [D] gypsy, Davy,
The song of the gypsy, Davy, the song of the gypsy, Davy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm going to sing you one of the songs that my dad _ [A] didn't_
He wrote a lot of songs, but he also was a great [E] thief of songs.
[G] And he would steal whatever songs that he had heard
and [Gb] rearrange them a little bit [Bb] and tell a different story
or [E] whatever it was that he wanted to say in these songs.
He [Eb] took an old ballad, one of these, you [E] know, English _
[Gb] _ ballads.
It was called [N] The Seven Little Gypsies or something like that.
And he wrote it into a song called The Gypsy Davy.
In the original ballad, it's a song about, you know,
typically one of these English songs where the gypsies come to visit the [G] castle or something
and the [F] lady of the place [G] runs off with the [Bb] gypsies.
The lord finds [Ebm] out about it, goes on after him,
[N] catches them all, brings them back to the castle and hangs everybody.
That's sort of a happy, typical British ballad.
And, of course, in my dad's version, when he changed it around,
the girl ends up with [D] the guitar player.
_ That's just me. _ _ _
_ _ _ It was late last night, but the boss come home, asking about his lady.
The only [Bm] answer that [D] he got was,
She's gone with the gypsy, Davy, gone with the gypsy, Davy.
Go saddle me up, my busking horse, [G] my hundred dollar [D] saddle,
Pour me out to [Bm] meet the wagon [Gm] tracks, and after [D] them I'll travel, and after them I'll [D] ride.
_ Well, he had not a road to the midnight, but he saw their campfire gleaming,
Heard the notes of the big guitar, and the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
As he rode into the camping fire, he saw her fair face beaming,
Very hard in [Bm] tune to the [D] big guitar, the voice of the gypsies singing the song of the gypsy dave.
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[D] _ _ _ Hey, I'll take off those busking gloves made of Spanish leather,
Give to me [Bm] a rosary in my [G] hand, and we'll ride [D] home together, [G] home again [D] we'll ride.
No, I won't take off my busking gloves [G] made of Spanish [D] leather,
Half a month [Bm] away from Davy, [G] Davy, he's seen with the [D] gypsy, Davy,
The song of the gypsy, Davy, the song of the gypsy, Davy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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