Black Jack David

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Loretta Lynn - Country, In English

Black Jack David

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Duration: 2:11

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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 ladies Charmed the hearts of the ladies "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

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  • A.P. Carter