day. The revenuers came for him A-sippin' though the woods Dooley kept behind them all And never lost his goods Dooley was a trader When into town he'd come Sugar by the bushel And molasses by the drum. Chorus: Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley try to make a dollar Dooley gimme a swaller And I'l pay you back someday. I remember very well The day ole Dooley died The women folk looked sorry And the men stood round and cried Now Dooley's on the mountain He lies there all alone They pu (guitaretab.com)
