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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.
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This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be.
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hanging from a white oak tree.
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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.
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Met her on the mountain,
There I took her life,
Met her on the mountain,
Stabbed her with my knife.
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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.
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This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be,
Had't na been for Grayson,
I'd have been in Tennessee.
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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.
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