Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die
You took her on that hillside
That's got mighty nose
Took her on that hillside
And there you took her clothes
You took by that roadside
Where you begged to be excused
Took her by that roadside
And there you took her shoes
So hang it, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die
You took her on that hillside
For to make her your wife
Took her on that hillside
And there you took her life
Then you dug a grave four foot long
Dug it three foot deep
Then you thrown cold clay o'er face
And stamped with your feet
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die
Take down my old violin
And play it all you please
Well at this time tomorrow
It'll be no use to me
In this world and one more
Where do you reckon I'll be
If itn't been for Grayson
I'd be in Tennesee
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die
