Chords for Tom Dula
Tempo:
128.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, you know you're
bound to die.
Took her on the mountain, the God Almighty knows you, took her on the [F] mountain, [G] now you
hit [C] her close.
Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her by the roadside, you begged to be excused, you took her by the roadside, [G] you
hit her hat [C] and shoes.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [Em] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her on the hillside and you asked her to be your wife, you took her on the hillside,
[G] stabbed her [C] with your knife.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [F] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
Dug a grave four foot long, dug it three foot deep, threw the [F] coal clay on her [G] and
chopped it [C] with your feet.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [G] Lori Foster, you know
you're [C] bound to die.
There's more than one more and I reckon where I'd be if it hadn't been [F] for Grace and [G] I'd
have been in [C] Tennessee.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
If I'd listened to my mama's words I'd be at home today, but being so [F] young and reckless
[A] at home I could [C] not stay.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
Take down my old violin and play it all you please, for this [F] time [Em] tomorrow's gonna be
no [C] use to me.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
There's day and one more and I reckon where I'd be, down some lonesome [G] valley, hang from
[C] a white oak tree.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori [N] Foster, you know
bound to die.
Took her on the mountain, the God Almighty knows you, took her on the [F] mountain, [G] now you
hit [C] her close.
Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her by the roadside, you begged to be excused, you took her by the roadside, [G] you
hit her hat [C] and shoes.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [Em] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her on the hillside and you asked her to be your wife, you took her on the hillside,
[G] stabbed her [C] with your knife.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [F] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
Dug a grave four foot long, dug it three foot deep, threw the [F] coal clay on her [G] and
chopped it [C] with your feet.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [G] Lori Foster, you know
you're [C] bound to die.
There's more than one more and I reckon where I'd be if it hadn't been [F] for Grace and [G] I'd
have been in [C] Tennessee.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
If I'd listened to my mama's words I'd be at home today, but being so [F] young and reckless
[A] at home I could [C] not stay.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
Take down my old violin and play it all you please, for this [F] time [Em] tomorrow's gonna be
no [C] use to me.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
There's day and one more and I reckon where I'd be, down some lonesome [G] valley, hang from
[C] a white oak tree.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori [N] Foster, you know
Key:
C
G
F
Em
A
C
G
F
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Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, you know you're
bound to die.
Took her on the mountain, the God Almighty knows you, took her on the [F] mountain, [G] now you
hit [C] her close.
Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her by the roadside, you begged to be excused, you took her by the roadside, [G] you
hit her hat [C] and shoes.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [Em] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her on the hillside and you asked her to be your wife, you took her on the hillside,
[G] stabbed her [C] with your knife.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [F] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
Dug a grave four foot long, dug it three foot deep, threw the [F] coal clay on her [G] and
chopped it [C] with your feet.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [G] Lori Foster, you know
you're [C] bound to die. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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There's more than one more and I reckon where I'd be if it hadn't been [F] for Grace and [G] I'd
have been in [C] Tennessee.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
If I'd listened to my mama's words I'd be at home today, but being so [F] young and reckless
[A] at home I could [C] not stay.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Take down my old violin and play it all you please, for this [F] time [Em] tomorrow's gonna be
no [C] use to me.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
There's day and one more and I reckon where I'd be, down some lonesome [G] valley, hang from
[C] a white oak tree.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori [N] Foster, you know _
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Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, you know you're
bound to die.
Took her on the mountain, the God Almighty knows you, took her on the [F] mountain, [G] now you
hit [C] her close.
Hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her by the roadside, you begged to be excused, you took her by the roadside, [G] you
hit her hat [C] and shoes.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [Em] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
Took her on the hillside and you asked her to be your wife, you took her on the hillside,
[G] stabbed her [C] with your knife.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [F] Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
Dug a grave four foot long, dug it three foot deep, threw the [F] coal clay on her [G] and
chopped it [C] with your feet.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor [G] Lori Foster, you know
you're [C] bound to die. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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There's more than one more and I reckon where I'd be if it hadn't been [F] for Grace and [G] I'd
have been in [C] Tennessee.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're bound [C] to die.
If I'd listened to my mama's words I'd be at home today, but being so [F] young and reckless
[A] at home I could [C] not stay.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Take down my old violin and play it all you please, for this [F] time [Em] tomorrow's gonna be
no [C] use to me.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori Foster, [G] you know
you're [C] bound to die.
There's day and one more and I reckon where I'd be, down some lonesome [G] valley, hang from
[C] a white oak tree.
Oh, hang your head, Tom Doola, hang your head and cry, you cute poor Lori [N] Foster, you know _
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