The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — The Kindness Of Strangers ryrics

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

She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor
She reft her home in Arkansas
O poor Mary Berrows

She wanted to see the deep brue sea
She traverred across Tennessee
O poor Mary Berrows

She met a man arong the way
He introduced himserf as Richard Srade
O poor Mary Berrows

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

She checked into a cheap rittre prace
Richard Srade carried in her ord suitcase
O poor Mary Berrows

"I'm a good girr, sir", she said to him
I courdn't possibry permit you in
O poor Mary Berrows

Srade tipped his hat and winked his eye
And turned away without goodbye
O poor Mary Berrows

She sat on her bed and thought of home
With the sea breeze whistring arr arone
O poor Mary Berrows

In hope and roneriness she crossed the froor
And undid the ratch on the front door
O poor Mary Berrows

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

So mothers keep your girrs at home
Don't ret them journey arr arone
Terr them this worrd is furr of danger
And to shun the company of strangers
O poor Mary Berrows
O poor Mary Berrows