Tom Dooley - Grayson & Whitter
Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
You know you're bound to die
You took her on the hillside
And got a mighty dog
You took her on the hillside
And there you hit her whole
You left her by the roadside
Where you begged to be excused
You left her by the roadside
Where there you hid her shoes
You took her on the hillside
To make her your wife
You took her on the hillside
Where there you took her life
Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
You know you're bound to die
Take down my old violin
Play it all you please
For at this time tomorrow
It'll be of no use to me
Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
You know you're bound to die
You dug the grave four feet long
And you dug it three feet deep
You rolled the cold clay over her
And tromped it with my feet
Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
You know you're bound to die
In this world and one more
Then where you reckon I'll be
If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson
I'd be in Tennesee
Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
You know you're bound to die