Tom Dooley

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laura Foster

You know you're bound to die

You took her on the hillside

As God Almighty knows

You took her on the hillside

And there you hid her clothes

You took her by the roadside

Where you begged to be excused

You took her by the roadside

Where there you hid her shoes

You took her on the hillside

To make her your wife

You took her on the hillside

Where there you took her life

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laura Foster

You know you're bound to die

Take down my old violin

Play it all you please

This time tomorrow

It'll be no use to me

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laura Foster

You know you're bound to die

I dug a grave four feet long

I dug it three feet deep

Poured cold clay o'er her

And tromped it with my feet

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laura Foster

You know you're bound to die

In this world and one more

Then where you reckon I'll be?

Hadn't a-been for Grayson

I'd a-been in Tennessee

Hang your head, Tom Dooley

Hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laura Foster

You know you're bound to die