Tom Dooley

They said I met her on the mountain
And there I took her life
They said I met her on the mountain
And stabbed her with my knife
They told me, «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»
By this time tomorrow
Reckon where I’ll be
Hadn’t of been for Grayson
I’d of been in Tennessee
They told me, «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 know they’re gonna hang me
Tomorrow I’ll be dead
Though I never even harmed a hair on poor little Laurie’s head
They told me, «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»
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Poor boy, you’re bound to die