Tom Dooley (Doc Watson version)
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** Hang your head, Tom Dooley,Hang your head and cry;
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** You killed poor Laurie Foster,And you know you're bound to die.
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You left her by the roadsideWhere you begged to be excused;
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You left her by the roadside,Then you hid her clothes and shoes.
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You took her on the hillsideFor to make her your wife;
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You took her on the hillside,And there you took her life.
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You dug the grave four feet longAnd you dug it three feet deep;
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You rolled the cold clay over herAnd tromped it with your feet.
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"Trouble, oh it's troubleA-rollin' through my breast;
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As long as I'm a-livin', boys,They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
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I know they're gonna hang me,Tomorrow I'll be dead,
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Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's head."
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"In this world and one moreThen reckon where I'll be;
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If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson,I'd be in Tennesee.
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You can take down my old violinAnd play it all you please.
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For at this time tomorrow, boys,It'll be of no use to me."
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"At this time to-morrowWhere do you reckon I'll be?
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Away down yonder in the hollerHangin' on a white oak tree.
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(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
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