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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
Stabbed her with a knife
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This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
If it hadn't of been for Grayson
I'd have been in Tennessee
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This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome canyon
Hanging from a wide oak tree
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Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be,
Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be.
The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be,
Many long years ago.
Many long years ago, many long years ago.
The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be,
Many long years ago.
The old gray mare, she kicked on the whiffletree,
Kicked on the whiffletree, kicked on the whiffletree
The old gray mare, she kicked on the whiffletree
Many long years ago.
Many long years ago, many long years ago,
The old gray mare, she kicked on the whiffletree
Many long years ago.