San Francisco Mabel Joy
Ton : GEnglish
Lord His dGaddy was an honest man Cjust a red dirt Georgia fGarmer
And his mGama lived her short life having kids and bailing hDay
G He had fifteen years and he aCched inside to wGander
So he jGumped a freight in Waycross and wDound up in L.AG.
The cGold nights had no pity on that WCaycross Georgia fGarm boy
MGost days he went hungry and then the summer cDame
HGe met a girl known on the strip as SCan Franciscos MGabel Joy
G Destitutions child born of an LD.A. street called sGhame
CGrowing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel JGoy
LGaughter found their mornings brought a meaning to his lDife
And the nCight before she left sleep came and left that Waycross cGountry boy
With dGreams of Georgia cotton and a CDalifornia wGine
Sunday mCorning found him standing beneath the red light at her dGoor
When a rGight cross sent him reeling put him fFace down on the fDloor
And in pClace of his Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marGine
Who gGrowled "Your Georgia neck is red but sFonny you're still gDreen"
G He turned twenty-oneG7 in a gCrey rock federal pGrison
The oGld judge had no mercy on that Waycross country bDoy
SGtaring at those four grey walls in sCilencehe would liGsten
To the mGidnight freight he knew could take him bFack to Mabel JDoy
C Sunday morning found him lyin' 'neath the red light at her dGoor
With a bGullet in his side he cried "Have yFou seen Mabel JDoy
C Stunned and shaken someone said "Son she don't live here no mGore.
She leGft this house four years today F they say she's looking fDor
Some Georgia fCarm boy". G