San Francisco Mabel Joy
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G C Lord His daddy was an honest man,G just a red dirt Georgia farmerG And his mama lived her short lifeD having kids and bailing hayG C He had fifteen years and heG ached inside to wanderG So he jumped a freight in WaycrossD G and wound up in L.A. [Verse 2]G The cold nights had no pity on thatC G Waycross Georgia farm boyG Most days he went hungry, and thenD the summer cameG He met a girl known on the stripC G as San Franciscos Mabel JoyG D Destitutions child born of anG L.A. street called shame [Verse 3]Continúa después del anuncioC Growing up came quietly in theG arms of Mabel JoyG Laughter found their mornings,D brought a meaning to his lifeC And the night before she left,G sleep came and left that Waycross country boyG With dreams of Georgia cotton and aD G California wine [Verse 4]C Sunday morning found him standingG beneath the red light at her doorG When a right cross sent him reelingF D put him face down on the floorC And in place of his Mabel Joy heG found a merchant mad marineG Who growled "Your Georgia neck isF D red, but sonny you're still green" [Verse 5]G G7 C He turned twenty-one in a greyG rock federal prisonG The old judge had no mercy on thatD Waycross country boyG Staring at those four grey wallsC G in silence,he would listenG To the midnight freight he knewF D could take him back to Mabel Joy [Verse 6]C Sunday morning found him lyin'G 'neath the red light at her doorG With a bullet in his side he cried,F D "Have you seen Mabel JoyC Stunned and shaken someone saidG "Son she don't live here no more.G She left this house four yearsF D today, they say she's looking forC G Some Georgia farm boy".