Dooley

G C G D G C G D G G C G D G C G D G G C G D Dooley was a good ol' man, he lived below the mill G C G D G Dooley had two daughters and a forty-gallon still G C G D One gal watched the boiler, the other watched the spout G C G D G And Mama corked the bottles when ol' Dooley fetched 'em out G C Dooley slippin' up the holler, Dooley try'n' to make a dollar G D G - Dooley give me a swaller an' I'll pay you back someday G C G D The revenuers came for him a-slippin' though the woods G C G D G Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods G C G D Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come G C G D G Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the drum G C Dooley slippin' up the holler, Dooley try'n' to make a dollar G D G - Dooley give me a swaller an' I'll pay you back someday G C G D I remember very well the day ol' Dooley died G C G D G The women folk looked sorry and the men stood round and cried G C G D Now, Dooley's on the mountain, he lies there all alone G C G D G They put a jug beside him and a barrel for his stone G C Dooley slippin' up the holler, Dooley try'n' to make a dollar G D G - Dooley give me a swaller an' I'll pay you back someday