Tom Dooley  mat monro

Hang down your head Tom Dooley

Hang down your head and cry

Killed poor Laura Foster

You know you're bound to die



You took her on the hillside

As God almighty knows

You took her on the hillside

And there you hid her clothes



You took her by the roadside

Where you begged to be excused

You took her by the roadside

Where there you hid her shoes



You took her on the hillside

To make her your wife

You took her on the hillside

Where there you took her life



Take down my old violin

And play it all you please

At this time tomorrow

It'll be no use to me



I dug a grave four feet long

I dug it three feet deep

And throwed the cold clay o'er her

And tramped it with my feet



This world and one more than

Where do you reckon I'd be

If it hadn't been for Grayson

I'd a been in Tennessee