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G D7 Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, hang down your head an cry a D7 C G 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 met her on the mountain, stabbed her with my knife. Hang down your head, Tom Dooley... This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be hadn't it been for Grayson, I'd been in Tennessee. Hang down your head, Tom Dooley... This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be down in some lollesome valley, hanging from a white oak tree. Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...