I met her on a mountainThat's where I took her life, yeahI met her on a mountainAnd I stabbed her with my knifeI said, hang down your head, Tom DooleyYou want me to hang down my head and cry, yeahHang down your head, Tom DooleyPoor, poor boy, you're bound to dieHang down your head, Tom DooleyHang down your head, Tom DooleyHang down your head, Tom DooleyI reckon where I'll be, yeahThat I hadn't been for that fool GraysonI've been down in southern TennesseeLord have mercyI'm gonna hang down your headYou tell me to hang down my head and cryNo, no, no, noHang down my head, Tom DooleyAnd I'm poor, poor boy, you're bound to dieThis time tomorrowI can't help but thinkin'Where I'm gonna beI'm gonna be down in some lonesome valleyHey, hey, from a white oak treeHang down your head, Tom DooleyKeep on hangin' it downHang down your head and cryNo, no, no, noHang down your head, Tom DooleyAnd I'm poor, poor boy, you're bound to dieNo, no, no, noHang down your head, Tom DooleyHang down my head, Tom DooleyWhoop!I keep tellin' me to hang, hangHang down your head and cryHang down your head, Tom DooleyWhoa!Hang down your head, Tom DooleyHang down your head, Tom DooleyMy boy you're bound to dieNo, no, noMy boy you're bound to dieI don't want to dieMy boy you're bound, ohI'm just a young manMy boy you're bound to dieAnd I don't want to dieNo, no, no, noMy boy you're bound to dieNo, no, no, no, no, no