Tom Dooley Songtext
von Johnny Dowd

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 a mountain
Said she'd be my wife
I met her on a mountain
And 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


I drug her to the river
As God Almighty knows
And there beside the water
I hid her shoes and her clothes

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 dug a grave four feet long
I dug it three feet deep
I put the cold clay on her
And tramped it with my feet
By this time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down there in the holler
Hanging from a tree


Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak, but He is strong