Tom Dooley Songtext / Lyric

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Hang down your head and cry;

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Poor boy, you're bound to die.



I met her on the mountain,

There I took her life;

I killed her on the mountain,

Stabbed her with my knife.



Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Hang down your head and cry;

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Poor boy, you're bound to die.






This time tomorrow,

They'll be hanging me;

If it wasn't for sheriff Grayson,

I'd been in Tennessee.



Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Hang down your head and cry;

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Poor boy, you're bound to die.



This time tomorrow,

Reckon where I'll be;

Down in some lonesome valley,

Hangin' from a white oak tree.



Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Hang down your head and cry;

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

Poor boy, you're bound to die.



Poor boy, you're bound to die...