Tom Dooley sing and play along

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry.

You killed poor Laura Foster, poor boy,

you're going to die.

I met her on the mountain and there I took her life.

I met her on the mountain,

and I stabbed her with my knife.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry.

You killed poor Laura Foster, poor boy,

you're going to die.

I This her time tomorrow, and reckon where I'll be?

I In some lonesome valley, and ahang on white oak knife.

tree. Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,

hang down your head and cry.

You killed poor Laura Foster, poor boy,

you're going to die.