I was born in Bluefield, a city you all know well Brought up by good old parents This story to you I tell My name is Walter Palmer The name I'll never deny I'm now behind the prison walls to stay until I die My mother used to plead with me, my dear old father too To quit this wild and reckless life and bad things not to do But alas, one fatal evening I roamed out in our town To the house of Ethel Sullivan, I shot that poor girl down The policemen came and got me, and locked me in their jail My friends had all done turned me down I could not get no bail The jury found me guilty, I heard the old judge say "I give this young man Ninety nine years in a state penitentiary" Now I'm sad and lonely, how sad nobody knows The only song that cheers me is "Convict and the Rose"