A D A His daddy was a honest man, a red dirt Georgia farmerE His mama lived a short life having kids and bailing hayA D A He had fifteen years of ache inside to wanderE A He jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A. [Verse 2]A D A The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross Georgia farm boyE Most days he went hungry, then the summer cameA D A He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel JoyE A A7 Destitutions child born on an L.A. street called shame [Verse 3]D A Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel JoyE Laughter found their mornings it brought new meaning to his lifeD A The night before she left sleep came and found that Waycross country boyE A With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine [Verse 4]D A Sunday morning found him beneath the red light at her doorG E A right cross sent him reeling and put him face down on the floorD A In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marineG E A He said your Georgia neck is red, but sonny you're still green [Verse 5]A D A He turned twenty-one in grey rock federal prisonE The judge had no mercy on this Waycross, Georgia boyA D A Staring at those four grey walls in silence, Lord he listenedE To the midnight freight he knew could take him back to Mabel Joy [Verse 6]D A Sunday morning found him beneath the red light at her doorG E With a bullet in his side he cried, have you seen Mabel JoyD A Stunned and shaken someone said she don't live here no moreG E She left this house four years ago she was looking forD A Some Georgia farm boy.
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