Title: Bluegrass Lyrics - Tom Dooley

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Tom Dooley 
Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Killed poor Laura Foster You know you're bound to die 
You took her on the hillside As God almighty knows You took her on the hillside And there you hid her clothes 
You took her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused You took her by the roadside Where there you hid her shoes 
You took her on the hillside To make her your wife You took her on the hillside Where there you took her life 
Take down my old violin And play it all you please At this time tomorrow It'll be no use to me 
I dug a grave four feet long I dug it three feet deep 
And throwed the cold clay o'er her And tramped it with my feet 
This world and one more than Where do you reckon I'd be If it hadn't been for Grayson I'd a been in Tennessee