Lyrics
3. Evangeline
There was blood on his fingers
Mud was caked upon his shoes
When they caught him up near Bakersfield
I heard it on the news
He was tried and convicted
Though he swore that he’d been framed
Folks said things‘d get back to normal now
But I ain’t never been the same
I see faces in the shadows
I hear voices from the dead
I feel an emptiness I can hardly stand
Beside me in my bed
There’s no peace in silence
There’s no comfort in a song
Just a weight that will crush you
If you think on it too long
chorus
Evangeline, Evangeline
That poor boy’s not to blame
I put you down in the cold, cold ground
And I bear alone this shame
‘Twas a mist o’er the valley
And a blush upon your cheek
And a line on my brow
For every vow you did not keep
Then the light turned to crimson
Spread like fire across the day
And your lips failed to answer
From the tall grass where you lay
chorus
Evangeline, Evangeline
I know what he ain’t done
I put you down in the cold, cold ground
Before your time had come
Now the truth lies in darkness
In the dirt beneath my feet
There are ghosts in this graveyard that
I do not wish to meet
So as the evening sun is setting
And the light begins to dim
I will stand by the lamppost
Till the sun comes up again