Black Jack David

Black Jack David come a running through the woods

Singing so loud and gaily

Made the hills a round him ring

Then 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

Answered him with a silly little smile

I'll be sixteen next Sunday 
I'll 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
Where you never shall want for money

She pulled off her high heeled shoes

Made of Spanish leather

She put on her low heeled shoes

And they both went off together
And they both went off together

Last night I lay on a warm feather bed

Beside my husband and baby

Tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground

By the side of Black Jack David
By the side of Black Jack David

Recorded 10/4/40 - Chicago, IL