Tom Dooley

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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you’re bound to die.
I met her on the mountain. There I took her life. Met her on the mountain.
Stabbed her with my knife.
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This time tomorrow. Reckon where I’ll be. Hadn’t-a been for Grayson,
I’d-a been in Tennessee.
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This time tomorrow. Reckon where I’ll be. Down in some lonesome valley hangin'
from a white oak tree.
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