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Tom Dooley Traditional

 "Tom Dooley" is a traditional American folk song, famously recorded by The Kingston Trio in 1958. Their version is simple and haunting, which makes it ideal for beginners learning basic chords and folk strumming.

Chords & Structure

The song uses only three chords: G, D, and D7. These are among the first chords most beginners learn. Practice switching smoothly between them, especially G to D and D to D7. For D7, ensure your fingers are arched to let each string ring clearly.

Strumming Pattern

A basic folk strum works best: use a down-down-up-up-down-up pattern (D-D-U-U-D-U) for each measure. Keep your wrist loose and steady. If this feels too complex, you can simply strum down on each beat to start.

Tips for Beginners

  • Play slowly at first, focusing on clean chord changes.
  • Count out loud or tap your foot to maintain a steady rhythm.
  • Practice the chorus separately, as it repeats and helps reinforce the main transitions.
  • Use a capo on the second fret if you want to match The Kingston Trio’s higher key, but this is optional.

With practice, "Tom Dooley" becomes a fun, sing-along folk tune perfect for developing confidence with basic chords and strumming.

EADGBE G
EADGBEXX D
EADGBEXX D7
Intro
G
Chorus
Hang down your head TomG Dooley. Hang down your head andD cry.
Hang down your head TomD7 Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound toG die.
Verse 1
IG met her on the mountain. I swore she'd beD my wife.
But the gal reD7 fused me, so I stabbed her with myG knife.
IG left her by the roadside, I begged to be exD cused.
I left her by theD7 roadside, then I hid her clothes andG shoes.
Chorus
Hang down your head TomG Dooley. Hang your head andD cry.
Hang down your head TomD7 Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound toG die.
Verse 2
IG dug the grave four feet long, and I dug it three feetD deep.
I rolled the cold clayD7 over her, and tromped it with myG feet.
G Trouble, oh it's trouble. A-rollin' through myD breast.
As long as I'm aD7 livin', boys, they ain't a-gonna let meG rest.
Chorus
Hang down your head TomG Dooley. Hang your head andD cry.
Hang down your head TomD7 Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound toG die.
Verse 3
InG this world and one more, then reckon that's where I'llD be.
If it wasn't for SheriffD7 Grayson, I'd be in TenneG see.
IG know they're gonna hang me, tomorrow I'll beD dead.
Though I never evenD7 harmed a hair, on poor little Laurie'sG head.
Chorus
Hang down your head TomG Dooley. Hang your head andD cry.
Hang down your head TomD7 Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound toG die.
Verse 4
TakeG down my old violin, and play it all youD please.
For at this time toD7 morrow boys. It'll be of no use toG me.
G This here time tomorrow, I know just where I'llD be.
In some lonesomeD7 valley, hanging from a white oakG tree.
Chorus
Hang down your head TomG Dooley. Hang your head andD cry.
Hang down your head TomD7 Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound toG die.
Outro
Hang down your head TomG Dooley. Hang your head andD cry.
Hang down your head TomD7 Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound toG die.