Tom Dooley Songtext
von Macabre

Throughout history, there′s been many
Songs written about different killers
This one is the story of a Sheriff Grayson
A beautiful young woman
And a condemned man named Tom Dooley
Tomorrow morning, at sunrise, Tom Dooley must hang

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 the mountain
There I took her life
I killed her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (I, I)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you′re bound to die


This time tomorrow
They'll be hanging me
Wasn't for Sheriff Grayson
I′d have been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley (Hang down your head and cry)
Hang down your head and cry
Poor boy, well-a
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley (Hang down your head and cry)
Poor boy, you′re bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley (Hang down your head and cry)
Hang down your head and cry
Poor boy, well-a
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley (Hang down your head and cry)
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
I reckon where I′ll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hanging from a white oak tree


Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (I, I)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Poor boy, well-a
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you′re bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you′re bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die