D                                         C  
She walks the streets in silence till the early morning light 
D                              C           A 
Daytime never sees her she's a lady of the night 
     G                                           D 
Some say that her profession is a low down dirty shame 
D                                     A                   D  
Some folks say she's just some hippie chick that's half insane 
  
 
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    A                              G                 D 
She talked to me about someone she called the son of man 
    G                D                             A 
She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand 
   G                                   D  
Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen 
     D                                 A         D 
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 scr i ptures from his head 
Disbelief was on his face especially when I said 
  
Chorus  
  
With hepatitis eyelids I went trippin' 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 wastin' sacred time