Tom Dooley

Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
 Hang your head and cry
 You killed little Lauri Foster,
 poor boy, you bound to die
 You met her on the mountain, there you took her life
 Met her on the hillside, you stopped her with a knife
 Hang your head Tom Dooley,
 Hang your head and cry
 You killed little Lauri Foster,
 poor boy, you bound to die
 This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be
 Down in yanders valley hanging on a white oak tree
 Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
 Oh, hang your head and cry
 You killed little Lauri Foster,
 poor boy, you bound to die
 This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be
 Haven't I been in Grayson I'd been in Tennesse
 Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
 Hang your head and cry
 You killed little Lauri Foster,
 Poor boy, you bound to die
 You met her on the mountain, it was there I suppose
 There you went and killed her and then you hid her close
 Hang your head Tom Dooley,
 Hang your head and cry
 You killed little Lauri Foster,
 Poor boy, you bound to die
 I'll take down my banjer, I'll pick it on my knee
 For this time tomorrow, it will be no use to me
 Hang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry
 You killed little Lauri Foster, poor boy, you bound to die