Tom Dooley şarkı sözleri

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...