TOM DOOLEY, BABY
(Don Bowman)


Don Bowman - 1967





You oughta hang down your head, Tom Dooley
For makin' me worry 'bout you this way 
Why, you oughta hang your head in shame
I looked for you all over the place

Dooley, baby, how come you hidin' from me
You done somethin' wrong I don't know about
I'm your friend and I'll help you if I can 
Least you could do was hang around

Hey, Thomas, you and that chick havin' trouble again 
I's talkin' to the boys 'bout that the other night
Somebody noticed you leavin' 
Carryin' a machine gun and that Bowie knife

You oughta hang down your head, Tom Dooley
For not confidin' in your old friend
Dooley, you better really hang down your head
If you did what I'm beginnin' to think you did

Dooley, baby, my boy, my boy
I got a feelin' you have muffed it this time 
Now that I figured it out 
You and me'd better sit down and make you one Jim Dandy alibi

Hey Dooley, there you are
Whatcha doin' up there hidin' from me
You nut, they'll spot you ten miles off
Up there in the top of that white oak tree

Thomas, my boy, you've muffed it again 
Somethin' bout that wierd look in your eyes
You could'a been in Mexico instead of hangin' around here 
If you hadn't picked such a lousy place to hide

Good heavens anybody coulda beat that
Well bug eyes, I gonna bug out






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2011)