TOM DOOLEY

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
hand down your head and cry.
Hang down your head Tom Dooley
poor boy you ´re bound to die.

Met her on the mountain,
there I took her life.
Met her on the mountain,
stabbed her with my knife.

Hang down your head Tom .....

This time tomorrow,
reckon where I ´ll be,
If it weren ´t for Greyson,
I ´d be in Tennessee.

This time tomorrow,
reckon where I ´ll be,
down in some lonesome valley,
hangin´ from a white oak tree.

Hang down your head Tom .....

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