Tom Dooley Songtext
von Skydiggers

One, two, three, four

Met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountainside
And I stabbed her with my knife

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


Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley

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

So 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


Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Won′t you hang down your head, Tom Dooley?
Won′t you hang down your head, Tom Dooley?