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’ve met her on a mountain, there I took her life.
I’ve met her on a mountain, stabbed her with my knife.
Refrein:
This time tomorrow, reckened where I’ll be.
Hadn’t it been for Grayson, I’ld be in Tennesse.
Refrein:
This time tomorrow, reckened where I’ll be.
Down in some lonely valley, hanging on a old oak tree.
Refrein: 3x |
