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Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry;

You killed poor Laurie Foster

And you know you’re bound to die

You left her by the roadside

Where you begged to be excused;

You left her by the roadside

Then you hid her clothes and shoes

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry;

You killed poor Laurie Foster

And you know you’re bound to die

You took her on the hillside

For to make her your wife;

You took her on the hillside

And ther you took her life

You dug the grave four feet long

And you dug it three feet deep;

You rolled the cold clay over her

And tromped it with your feet

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry;

You killed poor Laurie Foster

And you know you’re bound to die

«Trouble, oh it’s trouble

A-rollin' through my breast;

As long as I’m a-livin', boys

They ain’t a-gonna let me rest

I know they’re gonna hang me

Tomorrow I’ll be dead

Though I never even harmed a hair

On poor little Laurie’s head."

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry;

You killed poor Laurie Foster

And you know you’re bound to die

«In this world and one more

Then reckon where I’ll be;

If is wasn’t for Sheriff Grayson

I’d be in Tennesee

You can take down my old violin

And play it all you please

For at this time tomorrow, boys

Iit’ll be of no use to me."

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry;

You killed poor Laurie Foster

And you know you’re bound to die

«At this time tomorrow

Where do you reckon I’ll be?

Away down yonder in the holler

Hangin' on a white oak tree

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry;

You killed poor Laurie Foster

And you know you’re bound to die

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