Throughout history, there's been many songs written about different killers. This one is the story of a sheriff Grayson, a beautiful young woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley... Tomorrow morning at sunrise, Tom Dooley... must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
I met her on the mountain,
There I took her life
I killed her on the mountain,
Stabbed her with my knife.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
They'll be hanging me
If it wasn't for sheriff Grayson,
I'd been in Tennessee.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hangin' from a white oak tree.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
Poor boy, you're bound to die...
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