I hear the Floorboards creaking

I hear the floorboards creaking
In the middle of the night
I hear the nightbirds shrieking
Noone in sight
I hear the doorknob turning
I hold my father’s gun
My eyes are sore and burning
I shoot and then I run
I shoot then I run
I hear the floorboards creaking
Down in Old Bailey Hall
The judge is cold and glaring
Guess I’ll be sent to fall
I hear the floorboards creaking
As they drag me out
I hear the people cheering
I vanish like a cloud
I think I hear the floorboards…
I think I hear the floorboards…
I hear the floorboards creaking
In the jailhouse near the moor
I hear the preacher mumbling
But there’ll be no cure
I hear the floorboards creaking
At the gallows in the morn
The noose, well has me yearning
Wish I was never born
I think I hear the floorboards…
I think I hear the floorboards…
I hear the floorboards creaking
In my coffin, here I lie
The ground they keep on shoveling
Until I’m out of sight
I hear the floorboards creaking
I wonder, who it might be
My juices will be leaking
The worms will have their feast
I think I hear the floorboards…
I think I hear the floorboards…