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Tom Dooley

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