They found Mary Bellows cuffed tot he 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

So she left her home in Arkansas

O poor Mary Bellows



She wanted to see the deep blue see

She drove 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 out alone

Tell them the world is full of danger

And to shun the company of strangers

O poor Mary Bellows

O poor Mary Bellows