The Record company was happy to credit the Trio for "Tom Dooley," but Lomax objected. He had copyrighted the song before the Trio had recorded it. Ah, responded the Trio, but that was after Warner had propelled the song into the public domain by recording it without copyrighting it. Besides, what right had Warner to the song when he admitted he was singing it exactly as he'd learned it from Proffitt?
The Kingston Trio's Sold Out was anything but. With fond backward glances at Billboard's bestseller chart, where Sold Out last week led all the rest, Capitol Records was keeping all music shops well supplied with the hottest album cut so far by the hottest group in U.S. popular music.
Hoisted to these heights by the noose that hung Tom Dooley--the
ballad was sleeping in an album they cut early in 1958 -- the Kingston
Trio have added to the burgeoning U.S. folk music boom a slick
combination of near-perfect close harmony and light blue humor. To
help their predominantly collegiate and post-collegiate audiences
identify with them, the three do their best to festoon themselves in
Ivy, wear button-down shirts, even chose the name Kingston because it
had a ring of Princeton about it as well as a suggestion of calypso.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry;
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.I met her on the mountain,
There I took her life;
Met her on the mountain,
Stabbed her with my knife.Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry;
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be;
Hadn't a-been for Grayson,
I'd a-been in Tennessee.Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry;
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry;
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be;
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hangin' from a white oak tree.Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry;
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry;
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.Poor boy, you're bound to die;
Poor boy you're bound to die;
Poor boy, you're bound to die...