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Tom Dooley ukulele

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Tom Dooley
Traditional


F                                          C7
Hand me down my banjo,  I'll pick it on my knee.
C7                                          F
This time tomorrow night it'll be no use to me.
F                                              C7
I met her on the mountain, I swore she'd be my wife,
C7                                                   F
I met her on the mountain, and I stabbed her with my knife.

Chorus:
F                                                       C7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry,
C7                                                         F
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die.

F                                     C7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be,
C7                                                    F
Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white-oak tree.
F                                                        C7
I had my trial at Wilksboro', and what'd you reckon they done?
C7                                                         F
They bound me over to Statesville and that's where I'll be hung.

Chorus

F                                        C7
The limb bein' oak, boys, the rope bein' strong,
C7                                                       F
Bow down your head, Tom Dooley, you know you're gonna be hung.
F                                 C7
Mammy, O Mammy, don't you weep or cry,
C7                                                       F
I've killed poor Laurie Foster and you know I'm bound to die.

Chorus

F                            C7 
Pappy, O Pappy, what shall I do?
C7                                         F
I lost all my money and kille poor Laurie, too.
F                                            C7
O what my Mammy told me, is about to come to pass,
C7                                               F
Red whisky and pretty women, would be my ruin at last.

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