Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
And you know you′re bound to die
Took her on the hillside
As she begged
Took her on the hillside
And you hid her clothes and shoes
Dug a grave four foot wide
And you dug it three feet deep
Rolled the cold clay over her
And you tromped it with your feet
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
Now you know you're bound to die (whoo)
Took her on the hillside
And you went there with your knife
Took her on the hillside
And you took her life
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
Now you know you′re bound to die
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
And you know you're bound to die
This time tomorrow morning
Where do you reckon I'll be?
Down in some lonesome valley
Just a-swinging from a white oak tree
Put down my old banjo
And I′ve played all my tunes
This time tomorrow morning
It′ll be no use to me
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
Now you know you're bound to die
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
Now you know you′re bound to die
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
Killed poor Laura Foster
Now you know you're bound to die
Writer(s): Julie Anne Evans, Alan Lomax, John Richard Lomax, Frank Warner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
