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Tom Dooley ukulele

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				Tom Dooley         (Doc Watson version)

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

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

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

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

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

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

  *(Chorus)*


(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
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