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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

"TOM DOOLEY"

CHORUS:
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.
Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley.
Poor boy, you're going to die!

VERSE # 1:
I met her on the mountain,
And there, I took her life.
I met her on the mountain,
Stabbed her with my knife.

VERSE # 2:
This time tomorrow,
I reckon where I'd be,
If it hadn't been for Grayson,
I'd a been in in Tennessee.

VERSE # 3:
This time tomorrow,
I reckon where I'll be,
Down in some lonesome valley
Swinging from a wide oak tree.

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