Tom
G. B. Grayson Lyrics
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Ok
Hey
B.I.G. Dino
69
Une sale année, une sale année
Django bâtard
Affranchi comme Django
Nez long comme Pinocchio
Si j'dis j'viens du ghetto
Ici, pas trop d'égo je sais c'que j'ai à faire
Ne pas trop parler et vous faire taire
Je sais j'devais rapper peut-être pas le niveau mais j'sais
J'finirai
Affranchi comme Django
Affranchi comme Django
Pas d'aide moi chuis solo
Nez long comme Pinocchio
Si j'dis j'viens du ghetto
Ici, pas trop d'ego je sais c'que j'ai à faire
Ne pas trop parler et vous faire taire
Je sais j'devais rapper peut-être pas le niveau mais j'sais
J'finirai
Affranchi comme Django
J'vaux mon pensant d'or
Sale année c'est trop bad hardcore
Toujours raison j'ai jamais tort
Si j't'aime pas trop j'fais pas d'effort
Philosophe comme Platon
Portos mais pas maçon
Mon flow vient d'cybertron
J'dois r'trouver la source d'energon
Tu sais très bien qui chuis
Celui qui annonce la mort t'arrivera à t'y faire t'as la pilule bleue
Beaucoup ont mal tourné et font croire qu'ils ont vécu
À croire qui faut sortir en boîte et boire, tout ça pour être connu
Faire un saut dans l'inconnu parce qu'ici on a tout vu
Viesurvous tu l'as reconnu
J'surmonte les épreuves
Haut la main comme un nazi
Tu dois faire tes preuves
Colonel j'porte mon képi
J'enchaîne les prods j'enchaîne les rimes
Pas d'meuf, pas distrait Tah les sigmas
Ta meuf elle cabre elle s'appelle Kim
Kanye disjoncte ça l'soutiens pas
Affranchi comme Django
Pas d'aide moi chuis solo
Nez long comme Pinocchio
Si j'dis j'viens du ghetto
Ici, pas trop d'égo je sais c'que j'ai à faire
Ne pas trop parler et vous faire taire
Je sais j'devais rapper peut-être pas le niveau mais j'sais
J'finirai
Affranchi comme Django
Affranchi comme Django
Pas d'aide moi chuis solo
Nez long comme Pinocchio
Si j'dis j'viens du ghetto
Ici, pas trop d'égo je sais c'que j'ai à faire
Ne pas trop parler et vous faire taire
Je sais j'devais rapper peut-être pas le niveau mais j'sais
J'finirai
Affranchi comme Django
Django
Affranchi
Les affranchis
Ok Bâtard
69 Bâtard
On est là
OK
The song "Tom Dooley" by G. B. Grayson is a classic tale of a murder and its consequences. The song tells the story of Tom Dooley, who is about to be hanged for murdering a woman he met on the mountain. The lyrics are simple and poignant, expressing the sadness and inevitability of Tom's fate. The line, "Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, poor boy, you're bound to die," is repeated several times, emphasizing the finality of the situation.
The song is a reflection of the traditional folk ballads that originated from the Appalachian Mountains, and its popularity can be attributed to the fact that it was one of the earliest songs to become widely known as a result of commercial recordings. The story behind the song remains a mystery, as there are different versions of the story. Some say that Tom Dooley was a real person who lived in the 1860s, while others suggest that the song was inspired by a fictional character.
Line by Line Meaning
Throughout history there have been many songs
Over the years, people have composed many songs
Written about the Eternal Triangle
Centered on the love triangle between three people
This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson
This particular song tells the story of Mr. Grayson
A beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley
The song narrates the story of a lovely lady and a sentenced man named Tom Dooley
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang
Tom Dooley is going to be executed when the sun comes up tomorrow
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Lower your head in disappointment, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Lower your head and weep
I met her on the mountain, there I took her life
I encountered her on the mountain where I killed her
Stabbed her with my knife
I ended her life using a knife
This time tomorrow reckon where I'll be
By this same period tomorrow, I am certain I'll be at...
Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee (well now, boy)
If it weren't for Grayson, I would have been in Tennessee
Poor boy, you're bound to die
You're going to die, poor boy
Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree
Hanging from a white oak tree in a deserted valley
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Lower your head in disappointment, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die (ah well now boy)
You're going to die, poor boy
Poor boy, you're bound to die
You're going to die, poor boy
Poor boy, you're bound to die
You're going to die, poor boy
Poor boy, you're bound to die
You're going to die, poor boy
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Alexandre Bouculat, Lou-Dino Chazot
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@throatgorge2
wow these lyrics are way way way better than the popular ones recorded in the 50's and 60's!
@eternallife9786
I don't hate the Kingston trio but they make this song sound too happy😂
@PM12951
The original and still the best!
@eternallife9786
This was probably saying and performed countless times before ever being recorded a little weird calling the first person to record an old time song the original
@Dulcimerist
Grayson's uncle was the guy who caught the real Tom Dooley, whose real name was Tom Dula, about 60 years before this recording.
A local poet named Thomas C. Land wrote the lyrics to this song about 60 years before this first recording.
@gcofield4498
GREAT OLD ONE...GREAT MUSIC LIVES ON..
@Themaddprof
Good foot patting music.
@VictrolaJazz
Another revived some 100 years after the effect ('61), this '29 is very good as well!
@Dulcimerist
It was actually written in 1868. Tom Dula was hanged on May 1st of that year.
@yy19aos
2 years older than my great grandfather