<chorus>:
C G7
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head and cry.
G7 F C
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy you're bound to die.
C G7
I met her on the mountain, and there I took her life,
G7 F C
I met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife.
<chorus>
C G7
Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee,
G7 F C
This time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me.
<chorus>
C G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
G7 F C
If it hadn't a been for Grayson, I'd a been in Tennessee.
<chorus>
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C G7
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be?
G7 F C
Down in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree.
<chorus>
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