A            D   
Dooley was a good ole man
   A               E
He lived below the mill
A              D
Dooley had two daughters
      E            A
And a forty-gallon still

One gal watched the boiler
The other watched the spout
And mama corked the bottles
When ole Dooley fetched 'em out.

Chorus:
A                     
Dooley slippin' up the holler
D
Dooley try to make a dollar
 A
-Dooley give me a swaller
         E                A
And I'll pay you back someday.

(Banjo solo)

The revenuers came for him
A-sippin' though the woods
Dooley kept behind them all
And never lost his goods

Dooley was a trader
When into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the drum.

Chorus:
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller
And I'l pay you back someday.

(Banjo Solo)

I remember very well
The day ole Dooley died
The women folk looked sorry
And the men stood round and cried

Now Dooley's on the mountain
He lies there all alone
They put a jug beside him
And a barrel for his stone.

Chorus:
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday.