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