Doc Watson&Avon Cities Skiffle Group&Fannie Davis&Louis Metcalf - Tom Dooley
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[00:00.000]Tom Dooley - Doc Watson/Avon Cities Skiffle Group/Fannie Davis/Louis Metcalf
[00:07.945]Hang your head Tom Dooley
[00:09.656]Hang your head and cry;
[00:11.753]You killed poor Laurie Foster
[00:13.181]And you know you're bound to die
[00:15.447]You left her by the roadside
[00:16.936]Where you begged to be excused;
[00:18.904]You left her by the roadside
[00:20.326]Then you hid her clothes and shoes
[00:22.802]Hang your head Tom Dooley
[00:24.223]Hang your head and cry;
[00:26.241]You killed poor Laurie Foster
[00:28.263]And you know you're bound to die
[00:38.356]You took her on the hillside
[00:39.623]For to make her your wife;
[00:41.872]You took her on the hillside
[00:43.408]And ther you took her life
[00:45.664]You dug the grave four feet long
[00:47.267]And you dug it three feet deep;
[00:49.113]You rolled the cold clay over her
[00:50.907]And tromped it with your feet
[00:52.873]Hang your head Tom Dooley
[00:54.678]Hang your head and cry;
[00:56.596]You killed poor Laurie Foster
[00:58.153]And you know you're bound to die
[01:08.546]"Trouble oh it's trouble
[01:10.206]A-rollin' through my breast;
[01:12.121]As long as I'm a-livin' boys
[01:13.850]They ain't a-gonna let me rest
[01:15.866]I know they're gonna hang me
[01:17.383]Tomorrow I'll be dead
[01:19.481]Though I never even harmed a hair
[01:21.393]On poor little Laurie's head"
[01:23.242]Hang your head Tom Dooley
[01:24.606]Hang your head and cry;
[01:26.631]You killed poor Laurie Foster
[01:28.647]And you know you're bound to die
[01:40.570]"In this world and one more
[01:42.082]Then reckon where I'll be;
[01:44.003]If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson
[01:45.728]I'd be in Tennesee
[01:47.768]For at this time tomorrow boys
[01:49.448]Iit'll be of no use to me"
[01:51.184]We can take down my old violin
[01:52.798]And play it all you please
[01:55.212]Hang your head Tom Dooley
[01:56.503]Hang your head and cry;
[01:58.583]You killed poor Laurie Foster
[02:00.248]And you know you're bound to die
[02:10.508]We can take down my old violin
[02:12.016]And play it all you please
[02:13.751]For at this time tomorrow boys
[02:15.575]Iit'll be of no use to me
[02:17.392]Hang your head Tom Dooley
[02:18.885]Hang your head and cry;
[02:20.844]You killed poor Laurie Foster
[02:22.641]And you know you're bound to die
文本歌词
Tom Dooley - Doc Watson/Avon Cities Skiffle Group/Fannie Davis/Louis Metcalf
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 ther 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 is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson
I'd be in Tennesee
For at this time tomorrow boys
Iit'll be of no use to me"
We can take down my old violin
And play it all you please
Hang your head Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster
And you know you're bound to die
We can take down my old violin
And play it all you please
For at this time tomorrow boys
Iit'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