Tom Dooley by Unknown
TOM DOOLEY
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
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