Refrain: 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. 1. Met her on the mountain, I swore she'd be my wife, but the gal refused me, so I stabbed her with my knife. Refrain: 2. This time come tomorrow, reckon where I'll be, in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree. Refrain:
