Tom Dooley (Kingston Trio)                        
                                                  
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    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, and there I took her   
life, I met her on the mountain, stabbed her      
with my knife.                                    
                                                  
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Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee,   
This time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me.        
                                                  
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This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be? If it   
hadn't a been for Grayson, I'd a been in          
Tennessee.                                        
                                                  
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This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be? Down    
in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white     
oak tree.                                         
                                                  
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