Biografía:
Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson (3 de Março de 1923). Guitarrista, letrista e cantor de música bluegrass, folk, country, blues e gospel. Musica tradicional norte-americana.
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Otras canciones:
- Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
- Deep River Blues
- A
- Alberta
- Banks Of The Ohio
- Big Spike Hammer
- Blue Railroad Train
- Born About Six Thousand Years Ago
- Call Of The Road
- Columbus Stockade Blues
- Crawdad Hole Song
- Curly Headed Baby
- Docs Guitar
- Dont Monkey Round My Widder
- Dream Of The Miners Child
- Footprints In The Snow
- Gamblers Yodel
- Georgie
- Going Down This Road Feeling Bad
- Gonna Lay Down My Old Guitar
- Greenville Trestle High
- Handsome Molly
- I Couldnt Believe It Was True
- I Saw A Man At The Close Of Day
- Im Thinking Tonight Of My Blue Eyes
- In Case You Ever Change Your Mind
- Life Gits Teejus Dont It
- Listening To The Rain
- Little Darlin Pal Of Mine
- Little Orphan Girl
- Little Sadie
- Little Stream Of Whiskey
- Lost John
- Mama Dont Allow No Music
- Mandman With A Box
- Matchbox Blues
- Matty Groves
- Mississippi Heavy Water Blues
- Moody River
- More Pretty Girls Than One
- My Creole Belle
- My Rose Of Old Kentucky
- Nashville Picking
- Never No Mo Blues
- Nobodys Fault But Mine
- Nothin To It
- Old Camp Meeting Time
- Omie Wise
- Peach Picking Time In Georgia
- Ready For The Times To Get Better
- Rising Sun Blues
- Rye Cove
- Shady Grove
- Sitting On Top Of The World
- St James Hospital
- St James Infirmary
- Stackolee
- Streamline Cannonball
- Summertime
- T For Texas
- Tennessee Rag
- Tennessee Stud
- The Riddle Song
- The Telephone Girl
- The Train That Carried My Girl From Town
- Three Times Seven
- Tom Dooley
- Train Whistle Blues
- Traveling Man
- Treasures Untold
- Uncloudy Day
- Walk On Boy
- Way Downtown
- Weary Blues
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Tom Dooley (Doc Watson version)
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
** Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry;
D G C G
** You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die.
G C C G
You left her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused;
D G C G
You left her by the roadside, Then you hid her clothes and shoes.
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife;
D G C G
You took her on the hillside, And there you took her life.
G C C G
You dug the grave four feet long And you dug it three feet deep;
D G C G
You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your feet.
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"Trouble, oh it's trouble A-rollin' through my breast;
D G C G
As long as I'm a-livin', boys, They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
G C C G
I know they're gonna hang me, Tomorrow I'll be dead,
D G C G
Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's head."
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"In this world and one more Then reckon where I'll be;
D G C G
If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennesee.
G C C G
You can take down my old violin And play it all you please.
D G C G
For at this time tomorrow, boys, It'll be of no use to me."
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"At this time to-morrow Where do you reckon I'll be?
D G C G
Away down yonder in the holler Hangin' on a white oak tree.
*(Chorus)*
(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
jrbmusic
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
** Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry;
D G C G
** You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die.
G C C G
You left her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused;
D G C G
You left her by the roadside, Then you hid her clothes and shoes.
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife;
D G C G
You took her on the hillside, And there you took her life.
G C C G
You dug the grave four feet long And you dug it three feet deep;
D G C G
You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your feet.
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"Trouble, oh it's trouble A-rollin' through my breast;
D G C G
As long as I'm a-livin', boys, They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
G C C G
I know they're gonna hang me, Tomorrow I'll be dead,
D G C G
Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's head."
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"In this world and one more Then reckon where I'll be;
D G C G
If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennesee.
G C C G
You can take down my old violin And play it all you please.
D G C G
For at this time tomorrow, boys, It'll be of no use to me."
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"At this time to-morrow Where do you reckon I'll be?
D G C G
Away down yonder in the holler Hangin' on a white oak tree.
*(Chorus)*
(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
jrbmusic
Dog Is Dead
Dogs Die In Hot (...)
Doja Cat
Dolls United
Dolly