时间：2018-05-18
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San Francisco Mabel Joy - Mickey Newbury
Composer：Mickey Newbury
Lyricist：Mickey Newbury
Lord his daddy was an honest man
Just a red dirt Georgia farmer
His momma lived her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander
So he hopped a freight at Waycross
Wound up in L.A
Well 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
The San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's child born on an L.A. street called Shame
Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings born the meaning to his life
Now the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standin '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 but Sonny you're still green
So he turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison
That old judge had no mercy for that Waycross Georgia boy
Staring at those four gray walls in silence learning listen
To that midnight freight he knew 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 son she don't live here no more
No she left this house four years today
They say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy
