They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed
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With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
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O poor Mary Bellows
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She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
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She left her home in Arkansas
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O poor Mary Bellows
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She wanted to see the deep blue sea
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She travelled across Tennessee
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O poor Mary Bellows
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She met a man along the way
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He introduced himself as Richard Slade
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O poor Mary Bellows
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Poor Mary thought that she might die
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When she saw the ocean for the first time
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O poor Mary Bellows
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She checked into a cheap little place
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Richard Slade carried in her old suitcase
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O poor Mary Bellows
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"I'm a good girl, sir", she said to him
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I couldn't possibly permit you in
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O poor Mary Bellows
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Slade tipped his hat and winked his eye
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And turned away without goodbye
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O poor Mary Bellows
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She sat on her bed and thought of home
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With the sea breeze whistling all alone
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O poor Mary Bellows
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In hope and loneliness she crossed the floor
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And undid the latch on the front door
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O poor Mary Bellows
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They found her the next day cuffed to the bed
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A rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head
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O poor Mary Bellows
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So mothers keep your girls at home
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Don't let them journey all alone
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Tell them this world is full of danger
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And to shun the company of strangers
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O poor Mary Bellows
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O poor Mary Bellows
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The Kindness Of Strangers
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
