Misc Traditional - Tom dooley

^FHand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my ^C7knee. ^C7This time tomorrow night it'll be no use to ^Fme. ^FI met her on the mountain, I swore she'd be my ^C7wife, ^C7I met her on the mountain, and I stabbed her with my ^Fknife.

^FHang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and^C7 cry, ^C7Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to ^Fdie.

^FThis time tomorrow, reckon where I'll ^C7be, ^C7Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white-oak ^Ftree. ^FI had my trial at Wilksboro', and what'd you reckon they ^C7done? ^C7They bound me over to Statesville and that's where I'll be ^Fhung.

^FThe limb bein' oak, boys, the rope bein' ^C7strong, ^C7Bow down your head, Tom Dooley, you know you're gonna be ^Fhung. ^FMammy, O Mammy, don't you weep or ^C7cry, ^C7I've killed poor Laurie Foster and you know I'm bound to ^Fdie.

^FPappy, O Pappy, what shall I ^C7do? ^C7I lost all my money and kille poor Laurie, ^Ftoo. ^FO what my Mammy told me, is about to come to ^C7pass, ^C7Red whisky and pretty women, would be my ruin at ^Flast.