Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die

You took her on that hillside
That's got mighty nose
Took her on that hillside
And there you took her clothes

You took by that roadside
Where you begged to be excused
Took her by that roadside 
And there you took her shoes

So hang it, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die

You took her on that hillside
For to make her your wife
Took her on that hillside
And there you took her life

Then you dug a grave four foot long 
Dug it three foot deep
Then you thrown cold clay o'er face
And stamped with your feet

Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die

Take down my old violin
And play it all you please
Well at this time tomorrow
It'll be no use to me

In this world and one more 
Where do you reckon I'll be
If itn't been for Grayson
I'd be in Tennesee

Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hold your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie Foster
Now you're bound to die