Hang down your head,
Tom Dooley.
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.
Oh boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
reckon where I'll be.
Down some lonesome valley,
hanging on a white oak tree.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom
Dooley.
Oh boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
reckon where I'll be.
Hadn't
no old Grayson
ought to been in Tennessee.
Hang down your head,
Tom Dooley.
Hang down
your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.
Oh boy, you're bound to die.
I met
her in the mountain.
There I took her life.
I met her in the mountain and I stopped her
with my knife.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your
head, Tom Dooley.
Oh boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
reckon where I'll be.
Down some lonesome valley,
hanging on a live oak tree.