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Ben Hunter feat. Joe Seamons
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Tom Dooley
Hang your head, Tom Dooley Hang your head and cry, You killed poor Laurie Foster You know you're bound to die
Left her by the roadside, You begged to be excused, You left her by the roadside, And you hid her clothes and shoes
Took her on the hillside For to make her your wife You took her on the hillside And there you took her life
You dug the grave four feet long You dug it three feet deep Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your feet.
Trouble, oh, it's trouble, rolling through my breath As long as I'm livin', boys, ain't gonna let me rest I know they're gonna hang me, tomorrow I'll be dead I never even harmed a hair on poor little Laurie's head
In this world one more where you reckon I'd be If it wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennessee You can take down my old violin, play it all you please For at this time tomorrow, boy, it'll be no use to me
At this time tomorrow, where you reckon I'll be? Way down yonder in the hollow, hanging from the wide oak tree
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