San Francisco Mabel Joy - John Denver

San Francisco Mabel Joy (Remaster) - John Denver
Written by：Mickey Newbury
His daddy was an honest man just a red dirt Georgia farmer
His mother lived her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander
So he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
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 of an L.A. street called shame
Growing up came easy in the arms of Mabel Joy
L.A.ughter found their mornings brought a meaning to his life
Yes the night before she left sleep came and gave that Waycross country boy
A dream of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reeling put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who growled Your Georgia neck is red aw but sonny you're still green
He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boy
Staring at those four gray walls in silence
Lord he'd just listen for the midnight freight
He knew could take him back to Mabel Joy
Sunday morning found him lying '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 don't live here no more
She left this house four years today
They say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy