[Chorus] 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
Met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife
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This time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll be
Hadn’t-a been for Grayson, I’d-a been in Tennessee.
[To chorus]

This time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll be:
Down in some lonesome valley hangin’ from a white oak tree.
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