Tom Dooley
David Holt Lyrics


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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 there 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 Tennessee.

You can take down my old violin
And play it all you please.
For at this time tomorrow, boys,
It'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.

"At this time tomorrow
Where do you reckon I'll be?
Away down yonder in the holler
Hangin' on a white oak tree.

Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;




You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die

Overall Meaning

The song "Tom Dooley" is a traditional American folk song that tells the story of Tom Dula (pronounced Dooley), a former Confederate soldier who was hanged for the murder of his lover, Laura Foster, in 1868 in North Carolina. The lyrics describe Tom's guilt and impending execution, as he hangs his head and cries for what he has done. The song also includes Tom's confession that he didn't harm a hair on Laura's head but his fate is already sealed.


The chorus of "Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry; You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die" is repeated throughout the song, creating a melancholic and mournful tone. The verses describe the events leading up to Laura's murder, including their plans to get married and Tom's decision to kill her after she confesses to having affairs with other men. The final verse describes Tom's acceptance of his fate and the realization that he will soon be hanged for his crime.


Overall, the song is a tragic tale of love, jealousy, and murder that has become a significant part of American folk music history.


Line by Line Meaning

Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Feeling guilt, shame, and remorse for killing Laurie Foster, Tom Dooley is asked to hang his head low in disapproval of his own actions.


Hang your head and cry;
Tom Dooley is advised to express his emotions by crying, as the gravity of his crimes is beyond words.


You killed poor Laurie Foster,
Tom Dooley acknowledges that he is responsible for the untimely death of Laurie Foster.


And you know you're bound to die.
Tom Dooley realizes that he is to be executed for his criminal actions.


You left her by the roadside
Tom Dooley admits to abandoning Laurie Foster's lifeless body by the roadside.


Where you begged to be excused;
Tom Dooley pleads for mercy and forgiveness for what he has done.


Then you hid her clothes and shoes.
Tom Dooley tried to conceal the evidence of his crime by hiding her clothes and shoes away from her body.


You took her on the hillside
Tom Dooley took Laurie up the hillside with the intention of making her his wife.


For to make her your wife;
Tom Dooley's ambition was to have Laurie Foster as his wife, but he chose to take her life instead.


And there you took her life.
Tom Dooley has the awareness that he snuffed the life out of Laurie Foster on the hillside that day.


You dug the grave four feet long
Tom Dooley dug a grave with a depth of three feet and a length of four feet to bury Laurie Foster's remains.


And you dug it three feet deep;
Three feet was the depth of the grave Tom Dooley had dug to bury Laurie Foster's corpse in.


You rolled the cold clay over her
Tom Dooley used cold clay as a replacement for a coffin to bury poor Laurie Foster.


And tromped it with your feet.
Tom Dooley used his feet to compact the clay overlay on Laurie's body.


Trouble, oh it's trouble
In his present predicament, Tom Dooley feels significant emotional distress.


A-rollin' through my breast;
Tom Dooley is overwhelmed and unable to contain his emotions.


As long as I'm a-livin', boys,
Tom Dooley conveys to his listeners that he is resigned to the fact that he will never be at peace.


They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
Tom Dooley would never know a moment's peace because of his guilt over murdering Laurie Foster.


I know they're gonna hang me,
Tom Dooley has no illusions about his forthcoming execution.


Tomorrow I'll be dead,
Tom Dooley's end is imminent, and he knows he won't live to see another day.


Though I never even harmed a hair
Tom Dooley's claim is that, despite accusations leveled against him, he never intended to hurt Laurie Foster.


On poor little Laurie's head.
Tom Dooley notes that Laurie Foster was not deserving of her fate.


In this world and one more
According to Tom Dooley, he will face punishment both in this life and the afterlife for killing Laurie Foster.


Then reckon where I'll be;
Tom Dooley speculates about where he will end up as a result of his actions.


If it wasn't for Sheriff Grayson,
Tom Dooley feels Sheriff Grayson was specifically seeking him out as a murderer, hence his imminent execution.


I'd be in Tennessee.
Tom Dooley believes he would be safe in Tennessee if not for the law enforcement officer who brought him to justice.


You can take down my old violin
Tom Dooley accepts that his dreams and possessions have no significance to him anymore, as he faces an inevitable death.


And play it all you please.
Tom Dooley invites his listeners to take an interest in his music, as it holds little importance to him anymore.


For at this time tomorrow, boys,
Tom Dooley will be on the brink of his own demise within the next few hours.


It'll be of no use to me.
Tom Dooley has no need for any material possessions as he stands on the threshold of death in a few hours.


At this time tomorrow
Tom Dooley acknowledges the imminence of his death at the same time tomorrow.


Where do you reckon I'll be?
Tom Dooley wonders where he will end up after his death due to his heinous crime.


Away down yonder in the holler
Tom Dooley speculates that his soul will go to the holler or netherworld after he is executed.


Hangin' on a white oak tree.
Tom Dooley's predictions reveal that he will be hung on a white oak tree for his crime against Laurie Foster.




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Comments from YouTube:

@bluesloverz

Thanks for great music and clip, and the history.

@MyMoppet52

Thank YOU for listening. I had to edit the story due to mature content. Look it up. It is very interesting...They were pretty liberal in those days. At least these 3 people were! Pauline told the sheriff where the body was and turned state's evidence for a quart of whiskey 2 months after the murder. (That isn't what I edited.) It was a mess. Not much like the Kingston Trio, I'd say. Glad you liked the clip. I had fun. My best to you, Barbara

@kieranohara3089

thank you MyMoppetr52, I was born in 46 in a Norhtern Irish shack an every since then I know ( I´m drunke) it wast him it was somebody else his misfortune was he had an Irish naME::::::::::::::MyMoppet52

@fetermcblues

This is amazing I never heard Doc s version ..I loved the pics too .. thank you so much for sharing !!

@MyMoppet52

Hello, guy. I saw you on another site & said "hi". I know you now! I've been so ill that I don't remember much, so please don't take that as an insult. I felt good enough to make a video, and have wanted to do this for a couple of years. I love his version. You know I love Doc, anyway. I also did a Johnny Winter video. He was so incredibly talented. Two different genres. Two brilliant musicians. (I've researched Tom "Dooley" for years, and get a smile each time I go through the entire mess.) Thanks for listening and taking the time to comment. My best to you, Moppet

@czyhrs

Thanks for posting this good song.I listened to this song/story and lots of Mr Watson & Mr Holt singing and telling the history and stories  on one of their tapes while I was in my garage today.My Dixie Darling is another one of my favorites too.Over the years I have most all of their recordings.I enjoyed the song.Please keep this up.Not going to find this kind of talent any more.

@MyMoppet52

czyhrs so glad you enjoyed. yes, their talent is incredible. I was lucky enough to see Doc Watson many times. We stood to honor him when he came out of "retirement" after Merle died. His music will live on forever. Thank you for commenting.

@davidholt2335

Enjoyed - Thanks

@MyMoppet52

I've been ill a few years and am just seeing comments. I'm glad you enjoyed. I need to add the link for purchase. I try to do that on my posts. The music is amazing. I was lucky enough to live in Carolina years ago, so grew up with Doc Watson. I saw your upload of Manran. They are amazing. Thank you. Thanks for stopping by. My best, Moppet

ps my friends made fun of me. I did over a week on computer researching the story. I love history. :)

@banjoist123

I heard an interview with Doc years ago when he talked about how he had this version on pretty good authority, as his mother was a Dula.

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