Tom Dooley         (Doc Watson version)

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    G (320003@1)                 C (x32010@1)     C (x32010@1)                G** (320003@1) Hang your head, Tom Dooley,	Hang your head and cry;
    D (xx0232@1)                    G (320003@1)                  C (x32010@1)                  G** (320003@1) You killed poor Laurie Foster,	And you know you're bound to die.

G (320003@1)                 C (x32010@1)                 C (x32010@1)                    GYou (320003@1)left her by the roadside		Where you begged to be excused;
D (xx0232@1)                  G (320003@1)                 C (x32010@1)                 G (320003@1)You left her by the roadside,	Then you hid her clothes and shoes.

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G (320003@1)                 C (x32010@1)                 C (x32010@1)                  GYou (320003@1)took her on the hillside		For to make her your wife;
D (xx0232@1)                 G (320003@1)              C (x32010@1)               GYou (320003@1)took her on the hillside,	And there you took her life.
G (320003@1)                C (x32010@1)                  C (x32010@1)                       GYou (320003@1)dug the grave four feet long	And you dug it three feet deep;
D (xx0232@1)                      G (320003@1)            C (x32010@1)                      GYou (320003@1)rolled the cold clay over her	And tromped it with your feet.

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G (320003@1)               C (x32010@1)                   C (x32010@1)                  G"Trouble, (320003@1)oh it's trouble		A-rollin' through my breast;
D (xx0232@1)              G (320003@1)                 C (x32010@1)                  GAs (320003@1)long as I'm a-livin', boys,	They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
G (320003@1)                  C (x32010@1)         C (x32010@1)             GI (320003@1)know they're gonna hang me,	Tomorrow I'll be dead,
D (xx0232@1)                  G (320003@1)           C (x32010@1)                     GThough (320003@1)I never even harmed a hair  On poor little Laurie's head."

*(Chorus)*
G (320003@1)                C (x32010@1)          C (x32010@1)                    G"In (320003@1)this world and one more	Then reckon where I'll be;
D (xx0232@1)                      G (320003@1)             C (x32010@1)           GIf (320003@1)is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson,	I'd be in Tennesee.
G (320003@1)                    C (x32010@1)       C (x32010@1)                GYou (320003@1)can take down my old violin	And play it all you please.
D (xx0232@1)                G (320003@1)                        C (x32010@1)             GFor (320003@1)at this time tomorrow, boys,	It'll be of no use to me."

*(Chorus)*
G (320003@1)              C (x32010@1)             C (x32010@1)                     G"At (320003@1)this time to-morrow		Where do you reckon I'll be?
D (xx0232@1)                     G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                   GAway (320003@1)down yonder in the holler	Hangin' on awhite (x02210@1)oak tree.

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(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
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