Been many song written about the eternal trying
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The song about a mystic relation
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A beautiful woman named Laurie and a condemned man by the name of Tom Dooley
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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Hang down your head and cry
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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Poor boy, you're bound to die.
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Met her on the mountains
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There I took her life
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Met her on the mountains
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Stabbed her with my knife
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Took her on the hillside
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As God almighty knows
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Took her on the hillside
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That¡¯s where I hid her clothes
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Why don¡¯t you hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Hang down your head and cry
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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Poor boy, you're bound to die.
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I dug a grave five feet long
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I dug it 3 feet deep
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Rolled the cold clay over her
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And stumped it with your feet.
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Baby this time tomorrow
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Reckon where I¡¯ll be
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If it had not been for Grace
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I¡¯da been here in Tennessee
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You ought to hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Hang down your head and cry
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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Poor boy, you're bound to die.
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This time tomorrow
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Reckon where I¡¯ll be
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Down in some lonesome valley
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Hanging from a white oak tree, yea
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But if Tom Dooley was hung for the murder of Laurie Foster
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Then we¡¯re scouting North Carolina at sunrise
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23rd, 1868, have a nice day Tom
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Oh you should hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Hang down your head and cry
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Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
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Poor boy, you're bound to die.
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Tom Dooley
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Bobby Bare |