(Spoken recitation over musical accompaniment)
Throughout history, there have been many songs written
about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story
of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man
named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound
I met her on the mountain. There I took her life. Met her
on the mountain. Stabbed her with my knife.
This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Hadn't-a been
for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee.
This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Down in some
lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree.
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