Tom Dooley

O O O C

O G7

^CI met her on the mountain, there I took her ^G7life
Met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my ^Cknife
 
   ^CHang down your head, Tom Dooley
   Hang down your head and ^G7cry
   Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
   Poor boy, you’re bound to ^Cdie
 
^CThis time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll ^G7be
Hadn’t-a been for Grayson, I’d-a been in Tennes^Csee (well now, boy)
 
^CThis time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll ^G7be
Down in some lonesome valley, hangin’ from a ^Cwhite oak tree