Tom Dooley Songtext
von Frank Proffitt

Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Larry Foster
Poor boy you′re bound to die

You met her on the mountain
There you took her life
You met her on the hillside
You stopped her with a knife

Hang your head Tom Dooley
Oh hang your head and cry
You killed little Larry Foster
Poor boy you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I′ll be
Down in yonder's valley
A-hanging on a white oak tree


Hang your head Tom Dooley
Oh hang your head and cry
You killed little Larry Foster
Poor boy you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I′ll be
Hadn′t been for Grayson
I'd have been in Tennessee

Hang your head Tom Dooley
Oh hang your head and cry
You killed little Larry Foster
Poor boy you′re bound to die

You met her on the mountain
It was there I suppose
There you went and killed her
And then you hid her clothes

Hang your head Tom Dooley
Oh hang your head and cry
You killed little Larry Foster
Poor boy you're bound to die


I′ll take down my banjo
I'll pick it on my knee
For this time tomorrow
It′ll be no use to me

Hang your head Tom Dooley
Oh hang your head and cry
You killed little Larry Foster
Poor boy you're bound to die