Throughout history, there's been many songs written about different killers. This one is the story of a sheriff Grayson, a beautiful young woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley... Tomorrow morning at sunrise, 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;

I killed 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,

They'll be hanging me;
If it wasn't for sheriff Grayson,
I'd 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.


Poor boy, you're bound to die...