I met her on a mountainThat's where I took her life, yeahI met her on a mountainStabbed 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 DooleyOh, 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 DooleyOh, poor boy, you're bound to dieOh, poor boy, you're bound to dieOh, 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 wide oak treeHey, hang down your head, Tom DooleyKeep on hangin' it downHang down your head and cryNo, no, no, noHang down your head, Tom DooleyOh, poor boy, you're bound to dieHang down my headKeep telling me to hangHang down your headHang down your headHang down your headMy boy, you're gonna dieNo, no, noMy boy, you're gonna dieI don't wanna dieMy boy, you're gonna dieI'm just a young manMy boy, you're gonna dieNo, no, no