Tom Dooley Lyrics

Throughout history,
There's been many songs written about different
killers.
This one's 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.

(chorus)
Hang down your head Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry (ay-ay),
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
I stabbed her with my knife.

(chorus)

This time tomorrow
They'll be hangin' me.
If 'twasnt for Sheriff Grayson
I'd be in Tennessee.

(chorus 2x)

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

(chorus 2x)

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

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