Il testo della 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 and there i took her life
I met her on the mountain and stubbed her with my knife

Hang down your head tom dooley...

This time tomorrow reckon where i'll be
If it hadn't been for grayson i'd've been in tennessee

Hang down your head tom dooley...

This time tomorrow reckon where i'll be
In some lonesome valley a hangin' on a white oak tree

Hang down your head tom dooley...