She walks the streets in silence till the early morning light
The daytime never sees her, she′s a lady of the night
Some say that her profession is a low down dirty shame
Some folks say she's just some hippie chick that′s half insane
She talked to me about someone she called the Son of Man
She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen
This prostitute I met last night named Mary Magdalene
I told a friend about the strange experience I had
With Benzedrine indifference he assured me I was mad
His dad had been a preacher, quoted scriptures from his head
Disbelief was on his face especially when I said
She talked to me about someone she called the Son of Man
She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen
This prostitute I met last night named Mary Magdalene
With hepatitis eyelids I went tripping down the street
The local Catholic mission offered rest for weary feet
The priest heard my confession while his breath smelled just like wine
He gave me the impression I was wasting sacred time
He talked to me about someone he called the Son of Man
He told me things I wasn′t quite prepared to understand
He talked to me of visions and things he′d seen in dreams
And he talked about a prostitute named Mary Magdalene
He talked to me about someone he called the Son of Man
He told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
Perhaps it was a vision of delirium I seen
That prostitute that I met last night called Mary Magdalene
Writer(s): David Allan Coe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
