{title: Tom Dooley}
{artist: Doc Watson}
{meta: imported_credit Doc Watson}
{meta: credit_status unverified}
{meta: source https://www.jasonpaul.net/songs/tom-dooley/}
{capo: 0}

   *(Chorus)*
**  [G]Hang your head, Tom [C]Dooley,	[C]Hang your head and [G]cry;
**  [D]You killed poor Laurie [G]Foster,	And you know [C]you're bound to die. [G]

[G]You left her by the [C]roadside		Where you [C]begged to be excused;  [G]
[D]You left her by the r[G]oadside,	Then you hi[C]d her clothes and sh[G]oes.

  *(Chorus)*
[G]You took her on the [C]hillside		For to mak[C]e her your wife;     [G]
[D]You took her on the [G]hillside,	And the[C]re you took her li[G]fe.
[G]You dug the grave f[C]our feet long	And you[C] dug it three feet deep;  [G]
[D]You rolled the cold clay [G]over her	And tr[C]omped it with your feet. [G]

  *(Chorus)*
[G]"Trouble, oh it's [C]trouble		A-rollin' thr[C]ough my breast;      [G]
[D]As long as I'm a-[G]livin', boys,	They a[C]in't a-gonna let me r[G]est.
[G]I know they're gonna [C]hang me,	Tom[C]orrow I'll be de[G]ad,
[D]Though I never even h[G]armed a hair  [C]On poor little Laurie's [G]head."

  *(Chorus)*
[G]"In this world and [C]one more	Then[C] reckon where I'll be; [G]
[D]If is wasn't for Sheriff [G]Grayson,	I'd be [C]in Tennesee.  [G]
[G]You can take down my ol[C]d violin	A[C]nd play it all you [G]please.
[D]For at this time to[G]morrow, boys,	It'll be of n[C]o use to me."   [G]

  *(Chorus)*
[G]"At this time to-[C]morrow		Where do[C] you reckon I'll be?    [G]
[D]Away down yonder in the [G]holler	Ha[C]ngin' on a white oak t[G]ree.

  *(Chorus)*

(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
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