Tom Dooley
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
poor boy, you bound to die
You met her on the mountain, there you took her life
Met her on the hillside, you stopped her with a knife
Hang your head Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
poor boy, you bound to die
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be
Down in yanders valley hanging on a white oak tree
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Oh, hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
poor boy, you bound to die
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be
Haven't I been in Grayson I'd been in Tennesse
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
Poor boy, you bound to die
You met her on the mountain, it was there I suppose
There you went and killed her and then you hid her close
Hang your head Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
Poor boy, you bound to die
I'll take down my banjer, I'll pick it on my knee
For this time tomorrow, it will be no use to me
Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster, poor boy, you bound to die
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
poor boy, you bound to die
You met her on the mountain, there you took her life
Met her on the hillside, you stopped her with a knife
Hang your head Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
poor boy, you bound to die
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be
Down in yanders valley hanging on a white oak tree
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Oh, hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
poor boy, you bound to die
This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be
Haven't I been in Grayson I'd been in Tennesse
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
Poor boy, you bound to die
You met her on the mountain, it was there I suppose
There you went and killed her and then you hid her close
Hang your head Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster,
Poor boy, you bound to die
I'll take down my banjer, I'll pick it on my knee
For this time tomorrow, it will be no use to me
Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
You killed little Lauri Foster, poor boy, you bound to die
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Writer(s): Jacques Plante, Henri Leon Decker
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