Tom Dooley chords by Doc Watson

Tom Dooley         (Doc Watson version)

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**  Hang your head, Tom Dooley,	Hang your head and cry;
    G
**  You killed poor Laurie Foster,	And you know you're bound to die.

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You left her by the roadside		Where you begged to be excused;
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You left her by the roadside,	Then you hid her clothes and shoes.

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You took her on the hillside		For to make her your wife;
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You took her on the hillside,	And there you took her life.
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You dug the grave four feet long	And you dug it three feet deep;
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You rolled the cold clay over her	And tromped it with your feet.

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"Trouble, oh it's trouble		A-rollin' through my breast;
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As long as I'm a-livin', boys,	They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
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I know they're gonna hang me,	Tomorrow I'll be dead,
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Though I never even harmed a hair  On poor little Laurie's head."

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"In this world and one more	Then reckon where I'll be;
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If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson,	I'd be in Tennesee.
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You can take down my old violin	And play it all you please.
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For at this time tomorrow, boys,	It'll be of no use to me."

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"At this time to-morrow		Where do you reckon I'll be?
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Away down yonder in the holler	Hangin' on a white oak tree.

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(enjoy this Doc Watson version)