Mary Magdeline - David Allan Coe

Some say that her profession

Is a low down dirty shame

And some folks say shes just some hippie chick

Thats 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 meet last night named Mary Magdeline

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 meet last night named Mary Magdeline

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 waisting 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 vision and things he’d seen in dreams

And he talked about a prostitute named Mary Magdeline

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 I meet last night called Mary Magdeline