David Allan Coe - San Francisco Mabel Joy lyrics

My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' 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, I'd never see her again Growin' 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 mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door Right 'cross sent me reelin', 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 you're still green" Well, I turned twenty one in gray 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 Starin' at those four gray 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"