His daddy was a simple man just a red dirt Georgia farmer
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And his mama spent her young life havin' kids and bailin' hay
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He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
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So he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in LA
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Lord the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boy
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Most days he went hungry and then the summer came
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He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
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Destitution's child born of an LA street called Shame
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Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
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Laughter found the mornings brought meaning to his life
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Yes the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross Georgia boy
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With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
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Sunday morning found him standin' neath the red light at her door
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When a right cross sent him reelin' put him face down on the floor
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In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
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Who groaned your Georgia neck is red but Sonny you're still green
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He turned twenty-one in a grey rock Federal prison
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The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boy
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Starin' at those four grey walls in silnce he would listen
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To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
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Sunday morning found him lyin' neath the red light at her door
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With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
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Stunned and shaken someone said why son she don't live here anymore
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She left this house four years today and they say she's lookin' for
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Some Georgia farm boy
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San Francisco Mabel Joy
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Kenny Price |