Tom Dooley Traditional G (320003@1) D7Hand (xx0212@1)me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee. D7 (xx0212@1) GThis (320003@1)time tomorrow night it'll be no use to me. G (320003@1) D7I (xx0212@1)met her on the mountain, I swore she'd be my wife, D7 (xx0212@1) GI (320003@1)met her on the mountain, and I stabbed her with my knife. Chorus: G (320003@1) D7Hang (xx0212@1)down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry, D7 (xx0212@1) GHang (320003@1)down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die. G (320003@1) D7This (xx0212@1)time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be, D7 (xx0212@1) GDown (320003@1)in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white-oak tree. G (320003@1) D7I (xx0212@1)had my trial at Wilksboro', and what'd you reckon they done? D7 (xx0212@1) GThey (320003@1)bound me over to Statesville and that's where I'll be hung. Chorus G (320003@1) D7The (xx0212@1)limb bein' oak, boys, the rope bein' strong, D7 (xx0212@1) GBow (320003@1)down your head, Tom Dooley, you know you're gonna be hung. G (320003@1) D7Mammy, (xx0212@1)O Mammy, don't you weep or cry, D7 (xx0212@1) GI've (320003@1)killed poor Laurie Foster and you know I'm bound to die. Chorus G (320003@1) D7 (xx0212@1)Pappy, O Pappy, what shall I do? D7 (xx0212@1) GI (320003@1)lost all my money and kille poor Laurie, too. G (320003@1) D7O (xx0212@1)what my Mammy told me, is about to come to pass, D7 (xx0212@1) GRed (320003@1)whisky and pretty women, would be my ruin at last. Chorus
