Black Jack David
Black Jack David
Black Jack David
Black Jack David
Black Jack David
But tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground
And love him and hold him
Sing her through the green, green trees
Yes, I will
Oh, saddle me up, my fine gray mare
Cry the Lord of the house next morning
For my servants tell me my daughter's gone
With Black Jack David
Singing through the green, green trees
Oh, find that daughter, you better
You know that he roped all day and he roped all night
But he never did find his daughter
But he heard from afar, from the wind
Two voices laughing
Singing through the green, green trees
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