Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane, artist - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
Date of issue: 21.03.2005
Song language: English
The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane |
There was a thick set man with frog eyes |
who was standing by the door |
and a little bald man with wing-nut ears |
was waiting in the car |
Well Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man |
as he walked into the bar, |
and Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table. |
«What's your pleasure?"asked the barman |
he had a face like boiled meat |
«There's a girl called Betty Coltrane |
that I have come to see» |
«But I ain’t seen that girl 'round here |
for more than a week» |
and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table. |
Well, then in came a sailior with |
mermaids tattooed on his arms, |
Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears |
who was waitin' in the car |
Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble, |
he’d seen it comin' from afar |
and Betty Coltrain she gasped beneath the table. |
Well, the sailor said «I'm looking for my wife, |
they call her Betty Coltrain!» |
The frog-eyed man said «That can’t be; |
that’s my wife’s maiden name.» |
And the man with the wing-nut ears said, |
«Hey, I married her back in Spain!» |
and Betty Coltrain crossed herself beneath the table. |
Well, Robert Moore stepped up and said |
«That woman is my wife.» |
and he drew a silver pistol |
and a wicked bowie knife; |
And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears |
straight between the eyes |
and Betty Coltrain, she moaned under the table. |
The frog-eyed man jumped at Robert Moore, |
who stabbed him in the chest |
and as Mister Frog-eyes died he said |
«Betty, your the girl that I loved best!» |
The sailor pulled a razor, |
Robert blasted it to bits |
«And Betty, I know you’re under the table.» |
«Well have no fear,"said Robert Moore, |
«I do not want to hurt you!» |
«Never a woman did’na love me half as much as you. |
You are the blessed' sun, girl |
and you are the sacred moon.» |
and Betty shot his legs out from under the table! |
Well, Robert Moore went down heavy |
with a crash upon the floor |
and over to his trashin' body |
Betty Coltrain she did crawl. |
She put the gun to the back of head |
and pulled the trigger once more |
and blew his brains out all over the table! |
Well Betty stood up and shook her head |
and waved the smoke away. |
Said, «I'm sorry Mr Barman |
to leave your place this way.» |
As she emptied out their wallets she said, |
«I'll collect my severence pay.» |
and then she winked and threw a dollar on the table. |