San Francisco Mabel Joy Songtext

von David Allan Coe

By mickey newbury
My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life raisin' kids and bailing' hay
And i was just fifteen when i ached inside to wonder
So i hoped a freight in waycross and i rode it to l.a.
Well, i met a girl known on the strip as san francisco's maybel joy
Destitutions child, born on a l.a. street called shane
And sleep came and left this little waycross, georgia country boy
Maybel joy was gone, lord, id never see her again
Growing' up came quietly in the arms of maybel joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my life
I woke up one day, lord, to find that i was by myself
With dreams of georgia cotton and california wine

Sunday morning' found me standing' neth the red-light of her door
Right cross sent me reeling', laid me face down on the floor
In place of maybel joy i found a merchant mad marine
Who said, " your georgia neck is red, but, son your still green!"
Well, i turned twenty one in grey rock federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on this waycross, georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, lord, i'd listen
That same old freight to take me back to maybel joy

Cold nights had no pity on this waycross, georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer, and then the winter came
Staring' at those four grey walls in silence, lord, i'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the whistle of the train
Sunday morning found me lying neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in my side i cried "have you seen maybel joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said,"son, she don't live here no more"
She left this town ten years ago, i heard she's looking for...
Some georgia farm boy"