A woman I worked with used to sing this song, in the 1950s. Two convicts were seated in a lonely prison cell, The story of their lifetime to each other they would tell. When I was a young man, said the elder of the two, I had a wife, a lovely wife, and a little baby too. I got home one night after working hard all day, I found the fireplace empty and my wife had run away. Twas then I took to drinking, what else could I do? I mixed with bad companions and became a burglar too. I set out one night to rob a mansion grand, My tools were in my pocket, my revolver in my hand As I climbed in through the window, a gentle voice I heard, I fired a shot into the room, Oh God, I shot my child. I remember the tune, I often sing it, but thats all I can remember.
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