Roy Black
Roy Black - Tom Dooley lyrics
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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 This time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll be Hadn’t-a been for Grayson, I’d-a been in Tennessee (well now, boy) This time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll be Down in some lonesome valley hangin’ from a wide oak tree