Tom Dooley Chords by Doc Watson
Tempo:
122.85 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D] [A]
[E] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[E] [A] [D] [A]
Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
You left [D] her by the roadside where you beg [A] to be excused.
[E] You left [A] her by the roadside, [D] then you hit [A] her clothes and shoes.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A] [D] [A]
You took her [D] on the hillside, for to make [A] her your wife.
[E] You took her [A] on the hillside, [D] and there [A] you took her life.
You dug the [D] grave four feet long and you dug it [B] three [A] feet deep.
[E] You rolled [A] the coal clay over her [D] and tromped [A] it with your feet.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] Trouble, [D] oh it's trouble, rolling [A] through my breast.
[E] As long as [A] I'm a living [D] voice, they ain't gonna [A] let me rest.
I know they're [D] gonna hang me, tomorrow [A] I'll be dead.
[E] Though I never [A] even harmed a [D] hair on poor little [A] Laurie's head.
Hang your [D] head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed poor [A] Laurie Foster [D] and you know you're [A] bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] In this [D] world and one more, then [A] reckon where I'll be.
[E] If it wasn't for [A] a sheriff Grayson, [D] I'd [A] be in Tennessee.
You can take down [D] my old violin and [A] play it all you please.
[E] For at this [A] time tomorrow, [D] boys, it'll be [A] of no use to me.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[A] [E] [A]
[D] [A] At this [D] time tomorrow, where [A] do you reckon I'll be?
[E] Way down yonder [A] in the holler, [D] hanging [A] on a white oak tree.
Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
You [E] killed [A] poor Laurie [D] Foster and you know you're [A] bound to die.
[D] [A] [E]
[A] [D] [A]
[N]
[E] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[E] [A] [D] [A]
Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
You left [D] her by the roadside where you beg [A] to be excused.
[E] You left [A] her by the roadside, [D] then you hit [A] her clothes and shoes.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A] [D] [A]
You took her [D] on the hillside, for to make [A] her your wife.
[E] You took her [A] on the hillside, [D] and there [A] you took her life.
You dug the [D] grave four feet long and you dug it [B] three [A] feet deep.
[E] You rolled [A] the coal clay over her [D] and tromped [A] it with your feet.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] Trouble, [D] oh it's trouble, rolling [A] through my breast.
[E] As long as [A] I'm a living [D] voice, they ain't gonna [A] let me rest.
I know they're [D] gonna hang me, tomorrow [A] I'll be dead.
[E] Though I never [A] even harmed a [D] hair on poor little [A] Laurie's head.
Hang your [D] head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed poor [A] Laurie Foster [D] and you know you're [A] bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] [D]
[A] [E] [A] [D]
[A] In this [D] world and one more, then [A] reckon where I'll be.
[E] If it wasn't for [A] a sheriff Grayson, [D] I'd [A] be in Tennessee.
You can take down [D] my old violin and [A] play it all you please.
[E] For at this [A] time tomorrow, [D] boys, it'll be [A] of no use to me.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
[D]
[A] [E] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[A] [E] [A]
[D] [A] At this [D] time tomorrow, where [A] do you reckon I'll be?
[E] Way down yonder [A] in the holler, [D] hanging [A] on a white oak tree.
Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
You [E] killed [A] poor Laurie [D] Foster and you know you're [A] bound to die.
[D] [A] [E]
[A] [D] [A]
[N]
Key:
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[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
You left [D] her by the roadside where you beg [A] to be excused.
[E] You left [A] her by the roadside, [D] then you hit [A] her clothes and shoes.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ You took her [D] on the hillside, for to make [A] her your wife.
[E] You took her [A] on the hillside, [D] and there [A] you took her life.
You dug the [D] grave four feet long and you dug it [B] three [A] feet deep.
[E] You rolled [A] the coal clay over her [D] and tromped [A] it with your feet.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ Trouble, [D] oh it's trouble, rolling [A] through my breast.
[E] As long as [A] I'm a living [D] voice, they ain't gonna [A] let me rest.
I know they're [D] gonna hang me, tomorrow [A] I'll be dead.
[E] Though I never [A] even harmed a [D] hair on poor little [A] Laurie's head.
Hang your [D] head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed poor [A] Laurie Foster [D] and you know you're [A] bound to die.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ In this [D] world and one more, then [A] reckon where I'll be.
[E] If it wasn't for [A] a sheriff Grayson, [D] I'd [A] be in Tennessee.
You can take down [D] my old violin and [A] play it all you please.
[E] For at this [A] time tomorrow, [D] boys, it'll be [A] of no use to me.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ At this [D] time tomorrow, where [A] do you reckon I'll be?
[E] Way down yonder [A] in the holler, [D] hanging [A] on a white oak tree.
Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
You [E] killed [A] poor Laurie [D] Foster and you know you're [A] bound to die. _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
You left [D] her by the roadside where you beg [A] to be excused.
[E] You left [A] her by the roadside, [D] then you hit [A] her clothes and shoes.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ You took her [D] on the hillside, for to make [A] her your wife.
[E] You took her [A] on the hillside, [D] and there [A] you took her life.
You dug the [D] grave four feet long and you dug it [B] three [A] feet deep.
[E] You rolled [A] the coal clay over her [D] and tromped [A] it with your feet.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ Trouble, [D] oh it's trouble, rolling [A] through my breast.
[E] As long as [A] I'm a living [D] voice, they ain't gonna [A] let me rest.
I know they're [D] gonna hang me, tomorrow [A] I'll be dead.
[E] Though I never [A] even harmed a [D] hair on poor little [A] Laurie's head.
Hang your [D] head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
[E] You killed poor [A] Laurie Foster [D] and you know you're [A] bound to die.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ In this [D] world and one more, then [A] reckon where I'll be.
[E] If it wasn't for [A] a sheriff Grayson, [D] I'd [A] be in Tennessee.
You can take down [D] my old violin and [A] play it all you please.
[E] For at this [A] time tomorrow, [D] boys, it'll be [A] of no use to me.
Hang your head, [D] Tom Dooley, hang [A] your head and cry.
[E] You killed [A] poor Laurie Foster [D] and you know [A] you're bound to die.
_ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ At this [D] time tomorrow, where [A] do you reckon I'll be?
[E] Way down yonder [A] in the holler, [D] hanging [A] on a white oak tree.
Hang [D] your head, Tom Dooley, [A] hang your head and cry.
You [E] killed [A] poor Laurie [D] Foster and you know you're [A] bound to die. _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _