Been many song written about the eternal trying
The song about a mystic relation
A beautiful woman named Laurie
And a condemned man by the name of Tom Dooley
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
Met her on the mountains
There I took her life
Met her on the mountains
Stabbed her with my knife
Took her on the hillside
As God almighty knows
Took her on the hillside
That's where I hid her clothes
Why don't you
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 five feet long
I dug it three feet deep
Rolled the cold clay over her
And stumped it with my feet
Baby this time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
If it had not been for grace
I'd been here in Tennessee
You ought to
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
This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hanging from a white oak tree, yeah
But if Tom Dooley was hung
For the murder of Laurie Foster
Then we're scouting North Carolina at sunrise
23rd, 1868, have a nice day Tom
Oh you should
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