TOM DOOLEY - traditional 


Ch.     Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
        You killed poor Laurie Foster
        And you know you´re bound to die


1.      You left her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused
        You left her by the roadside And you hid her clothes and shoes


2.      You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife
        You took her on the hillside And there you took her life
        

3.      You dug the grave four feet long You dug it three feet deep
        You throwed the cold clay over her And jumped it with your feet


4.      Trouble, always trouble are rolling through my brest 
        As long as I´m living, boys Ain´t it gonna left me rest


5.      I know they´re gonna hang me, tomorrow I´ll be dead 
        No it never


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8.      You can take down my old violin And play it all you please
        Right this time tomorrow, boys It´ll be no used to be


9.      About this time tomorrow Where you reckon I´ll be
        Way down yonder in the holler Hanging from a wild oak tree