Tom Dooley (A)

(amer. lid.) C / g

      C                    Ami C

Rf.   Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

               Ami      G

Hang down your head and cry,

                     Dmi G

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

                 D7       C

Poor boy, you’re bound to die.

1.    I met her on the mountains,

And there I took her life,

I met her on the mountains

And stabbed her with my knife.

2.    This time tomorrow,

Where you reckon I’ll be?

If it hadn’t abeen for Crayson,

I’d abeen in Tennessee.

3.    This time tomorrow,

Where you reckon I’ll be?

Down in some lonesome valley,

Ahanging on a white oak tree.