Doc Watson - Tom Dooley Lyrics
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die.You left her by the roadsideWhere you begged to be excused;You left her by the roadside,Then you hid her clothes and shoes.Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die.You took her on the hillsideFor to make her your wife;You took her on the hillside,And ther you took her life.You dug the grave four feet longAnd you dug it three feet deep;You rolled the cold clay over herAnd tromped it with your feet.Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die."Trouble, oh it's troubleA-rollin' through my breast;As long as I'm a-livin', boys,They ain't a-gonna let me rest.I know they're gonna hang me,Tomorrow I'll be dead,Though I never even harmed a hairOn poor little Laurie's head."Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die."In this world and one moreThen reckon where I'll be;If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson,I'd be in Tennesee.You can take down my old violinAnd play it all you please.For at this time tomorrow, boys,Iit'll be of no use to me."Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die."At this time tomorrowWhere do you reckon I'll be?Away down yonder in the hollerHangin' on a white oak tree.Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die.
