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