Black Jack David - Loretta Lynn

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 heart of a lady

«How old are you my pretty little miss

How old are you my honey?»

She answered him with a silly little smile

«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»

She pulled off her high-heeled shoes

They were made of Spanish leather

She put on those low-heeled shoes

And they both rode 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»