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Tom Dooley
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Tom Dooley
ID: 16281

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TypeSinging Call
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Jerry Story (picture)     recordings by Jerry Story

Jerry Story

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Cue Sheet


Girls (Boys) promenade
Swing your partner
Circle left
Left allemande weave
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Swing and promenade (hang down your head and cry)
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
Poor boy you're bound to die

FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Heads (sides) Box the gnat, square thru 2
Centers in, cast off 3/4
Centers wheel around, everyone wheel around
Right & left thru
Dixie style, boys trade
Girls run, wheel around
Couples circulate, promenade


Hang down your head and cry

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Tom Dooley Lyrics ID: 202

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
You know you're bound to die

You took her on the hillside, as God almighty knows
You took her on the hillside and there you hid her clothes

You took her by the roadside where you begged to be excused
You took her by the roadside where there you hid her shoes

You took her on the hillside to make her your wife
You took her on the hillside where there you took her life

Take down my old violin and play it as you please
At this time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me

I dug a grave four foot long, I dug it three feet deep
And throwed the cold clay o'er her and tramped it with my feet

This world and one more then where do you reckon I'd be
If it hadn't been for Grayson, I'd a-been in Tennessee

Lyrics by Frank Warner, John Lomax and Alan Lomax.
Recorded by The Kingston Trio (1958).



ID: 16281
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21-August-2019 04:33:55
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