Me and Mary Magdalene walk down on the bank
Talking with our hands in our coats
We stand so close and the wind is so cold
These are the nights when it happens
All the sinners come down with their money tucked in
Hear those shift workers grown in the dark
With skin on skin and a pocket full of pills
Things that a grown man... Things that a grown man shouldn't know
Me and Mary Magdalene are here bumping this grind
Shadows on black water chilled in the scrips of the night
You been playing it soft out the corner of your eye
Lean back your shoulders and laugh
But then wake up from dreaming
I look around the room for you
Then I wake up from dreaming
She aint there, she ain't there, you ain't there
I been drinking whiskey, But this devil don't care
But this dirty old river don't listen
On the militant roll I want to work for the railroads
But me and Mary Magdalene, we go back a long way
Me and Mary Magdalene walk down on the bank
Street lights coming on
Talking with our hands in our coats