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 .....