They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
Oh poor Mary Bellows

She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
She left her home in Arkansas
Oh poor Mary Bellows

She wanted to see the deep blue sea
She traveled across Tennessee
Oh poor Mary Bellows

She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
Oh poor Mary Bellows

Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw the ocean for the first time
Oh poor Mary Bellows

She checked into a cheap little place
Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
Oh poor Mary Bellows

"I'm a good girl, sir", she said to him
I couldn't possibly permit you in
Oh poor Mary Bellows

Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye
Oh poor Mary Bellows

She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistling all alone
Oh poor Mary Bellows

In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
And undid the latch on the front door
Oh poor Mary Bellows

They found her the next day, cuffed to the bed
A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
Oh poor Mary Bellows

So, mothers, keep your girls at home
Don't let them journey all alone
Tell them this world is full of danger
And to shun the company of strangers
Oh poor Mary Bellows
Oh poor Mary Bellows

Writer : NICK CAVE
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC