Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
And his momma spent her short life havin' kids and balin' hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry then the summer came
He met a girl known on the strip as Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's child born of an L.A. street called Shame
Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings brought meaning to his life
The night before she left sleep came and left that
Waycross, Georgia boy with dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standin' 'neath the red light at her door
Right cross sent him reelin' put him face down on the floor
In the place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, Your Georgia neck is red but sunny, you're still green
He turned twenty-one in a grey rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, Georgia boy
Starin´ at those four grey walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
Morning found him standin' '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, Why she's not here no more
She left this house four years today, they say she's lookin' for some Georgia farm boy.
