Lyrics of Tom dooley

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
I said she'd be my wife
I met 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

I drug her to the river
As god almighty knows
The man beside the water
Hid her shoes and clothes

I dug her grave a footlong
I dug it three foot deep
I threw the cold clay on her
Tramped it with my feet

Hang down your head, tom dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, tom dooley

'bout this time tomorrow
Reckon where i'll be
Down there in that holler
Hangin' from a tree

Hang down your head, tom dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, tom dooley
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