Tom Dooley歌词

*Hang down your head, Tom Doole
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
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife (*)

This time tomorrow reckon where I'll be
Hadn't been for Grayson
I'd been in Tennessee (well now, boy)(*)

This time tomorrow reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hanging from a white oak tree(*)