(Mickey Newbury)
His daddy was an honest man a red dirt Georgia farmer
His mama lived her young life having kids and bailing
hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
Jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in LA.
The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross Georgia
farm boy
Most days he went hungry then the summer came
He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's
Mabel Joy
Destitution's child born on an LA street called Shame.
Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the mornings that brought the meaning to
his life
Night before she left sleep came and found that
Waycross country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife.
Sunday morning found him neath the red light at her
door
A right cross sent him reelin' and put him face down on
the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
He said your Georgia neck is red but Sonny you're still
green.
He turned twenty one in a grey rock Federal prison
The judge had no mercy on this Waycross Georgia boy
Starin' at those four grey walls in silnce Lord he'd
listen
To the midnight freight he knew could take him back to
Mabel Joy.
Sunday morning found him neath the red light at her
door
With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel
Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said she don't live here no
more
She left this house four years ago she was lookin' for
some Georgia farm boy...