Tom Dooley    
         
 
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
there I took her life
I met her on the mountain
I stabbed her with my knife
 
This time tomorrow
reckon where I'll be
if it hadn't been for Grayson
I'd been in Tennessee.
 
This time tomorrow
reckon where I'll be
down in some lonesome valley
hanging from a white oak tree
 
 


název: Tom Dooley
 
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interpret: P.Seeger


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