Tom Dooley Ukulele Chords

[Verse 1]
F                                          C7
Hand me down my banjo,  I'll pick it on my knee.
                                            F
This time tomorrow night it'll be no use to me.
                                               C7
I met her on the mountain, I swore she'd be my wife,
                                                     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,
                                                           F
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die.
 
 
[Verse 2]
F                                     C7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be,
                                                      F
Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white-oak tree.
                                                         C7
I had my trial at Wilksboro', and what'd you reckon they done?
                                                           F
They bound me over to Statesville and that's where I'll be hung.
 
 
[Chorus]
F                                                        C7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry,
                                                           F
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die.
 
 
[Verse 3]
    F                                    C7
The limb bein' oak, boys, the rope bein' strong,
                                                         F
Bow down your head, Tom Dooley, you know you're gonna be hung.
                                  C7
Mammy, O Mammy, don't you weep or cry,
                                                         F
I've killed poor Laurie Foster and you know I'm bound to die.
 
 
[Chorus]
F                                                        C7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry,
                                                           F
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die.
 
 
[Verse 4]
F                            C7
Pappy, O Pappy, what shall I do?
                                            F
I lost all my money and killed poor Laurie, too.
                                             C7
O what my Mammy told me, is about to come to pass,
                                                 F
Red whisky and pretty women, would be my ruin at last.
 
 
[Chorus]
F                                                        C7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry,
                                                           F
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die.
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