Throughout history, there's been many songs written about different killers. This one is the story of a sheriff Grayson, a beautiful young woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley... Tomorrow morning at sunrise, Tom Dooley... must hang...
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...
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Throughout history, there's been many songs written about different killers. This one is the story of a sheriff Grayson, a beautiful young woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley... Tomorrow morning at sunrise, Tom Dooley... must hang...
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...
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...
Writer: DAVE GUARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC