Il testo della Tom dooley

Hang down your head tom dooley
Hand down your head and cry
Hand down your head tom dooley
Poor boy you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There i took her life
I met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife
This time tomorrow
Reckon where i'll be
Hadn't it been for grayson
I'd been in tennessee
This time tomorrow
Reckon where i'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hanin' from a white oak tree