| They said I met her on the mountain
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| And there I took her life
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| They said I met her on the mountain
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| And stabbed her with my knife
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| They told me, «Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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| Hang down your head and cry
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| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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| Poor boy, you’re bound to die»
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| By this time tomorrow
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| Reckon where I’ll be
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| Hadn’t of been for Grayson
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| I’d of been in Tennessee
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| They told me, «Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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| Hang down your head and cry
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| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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| Poor boy, you’re bound to die»
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| I know they’re gonna hang me
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| Tomorrow I’ll be dead
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| Though I never even harmed a hair on poor little Laurie’s head
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| They told me, «Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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| Hang down your head and cry
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| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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| Poor boy, you’re bound to die»
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| Poor boy, you’re bound to die
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| Poor boy, you’re bound to die
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| Poor boy, you’re bound to die |