Hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry You killed poor Laura Foster Now you're bound to die You took her on that hillside As god might he knows Well You took her on that hillside Boy there you took her clothes You took her by that roadside Were you begged to be excused Well you took her by that roadside And there you took her shoes So hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry Your killed poor Laura Foster Now you're bound to die You took her on that hillside For to making her you wife When you took her on that hillside There you took her life Then you dug a grave four foot long dug it three foot deep Well You throwed the cold clay over her face And stamped it with your feet So hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry You killed poor Laura Foster Boy now you're bound to die Take down my old violin Play it all you please Well this time tomorrow He no use to me Well this world and one more Where do you reckon I'll be? If it hadn't been for Grayson, I'd been in Tennesee So hang your head Tom Dooley Hold your head and cry Your killed poor Laura Foster Now you're bound to die