Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. 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
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die
This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die
This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die

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