Chords for Grayson and Whitter Tom Dooley VICTOR 40235
Tempo:
93.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[G]
Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know you're bound to [G] die.
You took her on the hillside, as God Almighty knows, you took her on the [C] hillside and there you [G] hit her foe.
You took her by the roadside where you begged to be excused, took her by the [C] roadside where there you [G] hit her shoe.
[C] [G] Took her on the hillside to make her your wife, took her on the [C] hillside where there you took [G] her life.
[Am] [G] Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know [G] you're bound to die.
Take down my old violin, play it all you please, this time tomorrow it'll be no use to me.
[G]
Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know you're bound to [G] die.
You took her on the hillside, as God Almighty knows, you took her on the [C] hillside and there you [G] hit her foe.
You took her by the roadside where you begged to be excused, took her by the [C] roadside where there you [G] hit her shoe.
[C] [G] Took her on the hillside to make her your wife, took her on the [C] hillside where there you took [G] her life.
[Am] [G] Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know [G] you're bound to die.
Take down my old violin, play it all you please, this time tomorrow it'll be no use to me.
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_ _ _ Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know you're bound to [G] die. _ _
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_ _ _ You took her on the hillside, as God Almighty knows, you took her on the [C] hillside and there you [G] hit her foe.
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_ _ _ You took her by the roadside where you begged to be excused, took her by the [C] roadside where there you [G] hit her shoe. _
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_ [C] _ [G] _ _ Took her on the hillside to make her your wife, took her on the [C] hillside where there you took [G] her life. _
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_ [Am] _ [G] _ Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know [G] you're bound to die. _
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_ _ Take down my old violin, play it all you please, this time tomorrow it'll be no use to me. _ _ _
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[C] _ _ Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, you know you're bound to die. _ _ _
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I dug a grave four feet long, I dug it three feet deep, rolled cold clay over her and tromped it with my feet. _ _ _ _
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Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, you know you're bound to die. _ _ _ _ _
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World and one more than where you reckon I'll be, if it hadn't been for Grayson I'd have been in Tennessee.
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Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, you know you're bound to die. _
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_ _ _ Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know you're bound to [G] die. _ _
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_ _ _ You took her on the hillside, as God Almighty knows, you took her on the [C] hillside and there you [G] hit her foe.
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_ _ _ You took her by the roadside where you begged to be excused, took her by the [C] roadside where there you [G] hit her shoe. _
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_ [C] _ [G] _ _ Took her on the hillside to make her your wife, took her on the [C] hillside where there you took [G] her life. _
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_ [Am] _ [G] _ Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, [C] you know [G] you're bound to die. _
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_ _ Take down my old violin, play it all you please, this time tomorrow it'll be no use to me. _ _ _
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[C] _ _ Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, you know you're bound to die. _ _ _
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I dug a grave four feet long, I dug it three feet deep, rolled cold clay over her and tromped it with my feet. _ _ _ _
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Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, you know you're bound to die. _ _ _ _ _
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World and one more than where you reckon I'll be, if it hadn't been for Grayson I'd have been in Tennessee.
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Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry, kill poor Laura Poessner, you know you're bound to die. _
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