Tim Evans

Tim Evans was a prisoner within his prison cell
And those who read about his crime, they damned his soul to hell
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

For the murder of his own dear wife and the killin' of his child
The jury found him guilty and the hangin' judge, he smiled
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

Tim Evans pleaded innocent and swore by Him on High
He never killed his own dear wife or caused his child to die
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

They moved him out at six o'clock to his final flowery dell
And day and night two guards were there and never left his cell
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

Sometimes they played cards with him - solo and pontoon
To stop him broodin' on the rope that was to be his doom
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

The governor came in one day with a chaplain by his side
Said, "Your appeal has been turned down, prepare yourself to die"
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

Tim Evans walked in the prison yard, guards walked behind
He saw the sky above the wall and knew no peace of mind
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

They fixed the rope around his neck, buckled behind his ear
The prison bell was tollin', but Tim Evans did not hear
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

A thousand men were cursin', bangin' on the doors
But Tim Evans did not hear them, he was deaf forevermore
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"

They sent Tim Evans to the drop for a crime he didn't do
'Twas Christie was the murderer, the judge and jury, too
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"