Hang Your Head Tom DooleyHang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cryYou killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to dieYou left her by the roadside where you begged to be excusedYou left her by the roadside then you hit her clothes and shoesHang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cryYou killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to dieYou took her on the hillside for to make her your wifeYou took her on the hillside and there you took her aliveYou dug the grave four feet long and you dug it three feet deepYou rolled the coal clay over her and tromped it with your feetHang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cryYou killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to dieTrouble, oh it's trouble rolling through my breastAs long as I'm a living voice they ain't gonna let me restI know they're gonna hang me, tomorrow I'll be deadThough I never even harmed a hair on poor little Laurie's headHang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cryYou killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to dieIn this world and one more then reckon where I'll beIf it wasn't for a sheriff Grayson I'd be in TennesseeYou can take down my old violin and play it all you pleaseFor at this time tomorrow boys it'll be of no use to meHang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cryYou killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to dieAt this time tomorrow where do you reckon I'll beWay down yonder in the holler hanging on a white oak treeHang your head Tom Dooley, hang your head and cryYou killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die