Tom Dooley
Doc WatsonVersion1
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** Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry;
** You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused;
You left her by the roadside, Then you hid her clothes and shoes.
*(Chorus)*
You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife;
You took her on the hillside, And there you took her life.
You dug the grave four feet long And you dug it three feet deep;
You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your feet.
*(Chorus)*
"Trouble, oh it's trouble A-rollin' through my breast;
As long as I'm a-livin', boys, They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
I know they're gonna hang me, Tomorrow I'll be dead,
Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's head."
*(Chorus)*
"In this world and one more Then reckon where I'll be;
If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennesee.
You can take down my old violin And play it all you please.
For at this time tomorrow, boys, It'll be of no use to me."
*(Chorus)*
"At this time to-morrow Where do you reckon I'll be?
Away down yonder in the holler Hangin' on a white oak tree.
*(Chorus)*
(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
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Readable chord sheet for Tom Dooley by Doc Watson
** [G]Hang your head, Tom [C]Dooley, [C]Hang your head and [G]cry; ** [D]You killed poor Laurie [G]Foster, And you [C]know you're bound to [G]die. [G]You left her by the [C]roadside [C]Where you begged to be [G]excused; [D]You left her by the r[G]oadside, Then you [C]hid her clothes and [G]shoes. *(Chorus)* [G]You took her on the [C]hillside [C]For to make her your [G]wife; [D]You took her on the [G]hillside, And t[C]here you took her [G]life. [G]You dug the grave f[C]our feet long [C]And you dug it three feet [G]deep; [D]You rolled the cold clay [G]over her [C]And tromped it with your [G]feet. *(Chorus)* [G]"Trouble, oh it's [C]trouble A-rol[C]lin' through my breas[G]t; [D]As long as I'm a-[G]livin', boys, They [C]ain't a-gonna let me [G]rest. [G]I know they're gonna [C]hang me, T[C]omorrow I'll be [G]dead, [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 [C] Then reckon where I'[G]ll be; [D]If is wasn't for Sheriff [G]Grayson, I[C]'d be in Tenne[G]see. [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 [C]be of no use to [G]me." *(Chorus)* [G]"At this time to-[C]morrow [C] Where do you reckon I'[G]ll be? [D]Away down yonder in the [G]holler H[C]angin' on a white oak [G]tree. *(Chorus)* (enjoy this Doc Watson version) jrbmusic