Tim Evans was a prisoner   Down in his prison cell   And those who read about his crimes   Condemned his soul to hell   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      For the killing of his own dear wife   And the murder of his child   The jury found him guilty   The hangin' judge, he smiled   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      They took Tim Evans from the dock   And they led him to his cell   They closed the door behind his back   Saying "Damn your soul to hell."   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      Tim Evans pleaded innocent   He swore by Him on high   He never killed his own dear wife   Nor caused his child to die   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      Tim Evans walked around the yard   Some screws, they walked behind   He saw the sky above the wall   He knew no peace of mind   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      The governor came to his cell   The chaplain by his side   Saying, "Your appeal has been turned down   Prepare yourself to die."   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      They took Tim Evans to the place   Where the hangman did prepare   They tied a rope around his neck   With a knot behind his ear   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      A thousand lads were screaming   And cursing at the doors   Tim Evans didn't hear them   He was deaf forever more   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"      They sent Tim Evans to the dock   For a crime he didn't do   It's Christy was the murderer   The judge and jury, too   Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"