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 --- Black Jack David - Loretta Lynn