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San Francisco Mabel Joy - Kenny Rogers (肯尼·罗杰斯)
Written by：Mickey Newbury
His daddy was an honest man red dirt Georgia farmer
His mama lived her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years an ache inside to wander
He hopped a freight in way cross wound up in LA
Lord the cold nights had no pity on a way cross 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 LA street called shame
Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel joy
Laughter found their mornings brought a meaning to his life
Yes the night before she left sleep came and left that way cross
Country boy with dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light of 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
He growled that Georgia neck is red but sonny your still green
He turned twenty one in a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a way cross Georgia boy
Starin' at those four gray wall
In silence he would listen
That midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel joy
Sunday morning found him lyin' 'neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel joy
Stunned and shaken someone said she's not here no more
She left this house four years today
They say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy
