Interpret:

Nick Cave

Album:

Murder Ballads

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


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


She wanted to see the deep blue sea 
She travelled across Tennessee 
O poor Mary Bellows 


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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