Tom Dooley - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

You left her by the roadside where you begged to be excused

You left her by the roadside, then you hid her clothes and shoes

Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

You took her on the hillside for to make her your wife

You took her on the hillside and there, you took her life

You dug the grave four feet long and you dug it three feet deep

You rolled the cold clay over her and tromped it with your feet

Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

Trouble, oh, it's trouble a-rollin' through my breast

As long as I'm a-livin', boys, they ain't a-gonna let me rest

I know they're gonna hang me, tomorrow, I'll be dead

Though I never even harmed a hair on poor little Laurie's head

Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

In this world and one more, then reckon where I'll be

If it wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennessee

You can take down my old violin and play it all you please

For at this time tomorrow, boys, it'll be of no use to me

Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die

At this time tomorrow, where do you reckon I'll be?

Away down yonder in the holler, hangin' on a white oak tree

Hang your head, Tom Dooley, hang your head and cry

You killed poor Laurie Foster and you know you're bound to die