Tom Dooley

*Hang down your head, Tom Doole

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

Met her on the mountain

Stabbed her with my knife (*)

This time tomorrow reckon where I'll be

Hadn't been for Grayson

I'd been in Tennessee (well now, boy)(*)

This time tomorrow reckon where I'll be

Down in some lonesome valley

Hanging from a white oak tree(*)