Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee This time tomorrow, it won't be no use to me
I met her on the mountain and she swore she'd be my wife T'was on that mountain, there I took her life
Hanging down your head Tom Dula, hang down your head and cry You killed poor Laurie Foster, poor boy you're bound to die
All the pretty girls in Memphis, just waiting there on me If it hadn't been for Grayson, I'd a-been in Tennessee
Hang your head, Tom Dula, hang your head and cry You killed poor Laurie Foster, poor boy you're bound to die
The tree being oak, boys, the rope being strong This time tomorrow, reckon I'll be gone
Hang down your head Tom Dula, hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dula, poor boy you're bound to die
Hand me down my banjo, I'll pick it on my knee If you'd have heard her laughing, you'd a-done the same as me
Hang down your head Tom Dula, hang down your head and cry You killed poor Laurie Foster, poor boy you're bound to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
