T:Tom Dooley M:2/4 K:G I:C:GGGG GGDD DDDD DDGG I:C:GGGG GGDD DDDD DDGG

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K:G {i}Chorus:{/i} {i}[G]Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,{/i} {i}Hang down your head and[D7] cry;{/i} {i}You killed poor Laura Foster,{/i} {i}Poor boy, you're going to [G]die.{/i} You [G]left her by the roadside Where you begged to be ex-[D7]cused; You left her by the roadside, Then you hid her clothes and [G]shoes. {i}(Chorus){/i} You [G]took her on the hillside For to make her your [D7]wife; You took her on the hillside, And there you took her [G]life. {i}(Chorus){/i} You [G]dug the grave four feet long And you dug it three feet [D7]deep; You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your [G]feet. {i}(Chorus){/i} Trouble, oh it's trouble A-rollin' through my [D7]breast; As long as I'm a-livin', boys, They ain't a-gonna let me [G]rest. {i}(Chorus){/i} I know they're gonna hang me, Tomorrow I'll be [D7]dead, Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's [G]head." {i}(Chorus){/i} In this world and one more Then reckon where I'll [D7]be; If it wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennes-[G]see. {i}(Chorus){/i} You can take down my old violin And play it all you [D7]please. For at this time tomorrow, boys, It'll be of no use to [G]me. {i}(Chorus){/i} At this time tomorrow Where do you reckon I'll [D7]be? Away down yonder in the holler Hangin' on a white oak [G]tree. {i}(Chorus){/i}