Xanthippe's Blues

He was a scofflaw and a lantern-jawed bandit

From a rumble seat town on the coast

Life never turned out like he planned it

In another sense he was a ghost

Just a jailbird in a hailstorm with a nail file

He's hoping his timing is right

If his friends come to free him

And the searchlights don't see him

He'll light out for Cleveland tonight

Then she called him a dirty old hippy

It wasn't the worst that she said

Every Socrates needs his Xanthippe

To pour the chamber pot over his head

After thunder comes rain

I'm a' feelin' such pain

I might just go climb up a tree

It's better to heal than let the hypocrites steal

All your joy and your sanity

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It was more than just an ordinary feelin'

Like the sun lookin' out through the rain

Your love's drippin' down from the ceiling

Your love's coming up through the drain

When you stepped into the light down on Broadway

Every heart in my chest skipped a beat

I knew it was real and that's truly the way that I feel

Every time that we meet

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