Tom Dooley
Throughout history
there have been many songs written about
the eternal triangle.
a beautiful woman and
a condemned man named Tom Dooley.
When the sun rises
tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.
Hang down your head,
Tom Dooley,
D
hang down your head
and cry,
D7 G
poor boy, you`re bound
to die.
1. I met her on the
mountain, there I took her life,
D7 G
I met her on the mountain, stabbed her with
my knife.
2. This time tomorrow, reckon where I`ll be,
D7 G
if it hadn`t been for Grayson, I`d be in
Tennessee.
3. This time toworrow, reckon where I`ll be,
D7 G
in some lonely valley, hanging from a white oak-tree.