San Francisco Mabel Joy Lyrics

John Denver

Non-album songs

Lyrics to San Francisco Mabel Joy
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His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmerHis mother lived her short life havin' kids and balin' hayHe had fifteen years and he ached inside to wanderSo he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farmboyMost days he went hungry, then the summer cameHe met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel JoyDestitutions child born of an L.A. street called shameGrowing up came easy in the arms of Mabel JoyLaughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his lifeYes, the night before she left sleep cameAnd gave that Waycross country boyA dream of Georgia cotton and a California wifeSunday mornin' found him standing'Neath the red light at her doorWhen a right cross sent him reelin'Put him face down on the floorIn place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marineWho growled "Your Georgia neck is red.Aw, but sonny, you're still green"He turned twenty one in a gray rock fed'ral prisonThe old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boyStaring at those four gray walls in silenceLord, he'd just listen for the midnight freight he knewCould take him back to Mabel JoySunday morning found him lying 'neath the red light at her doorWith a bullet in his side he cried, "Have you seen Mabel Joy?"Stunned and shaken someone said "Why she don't live here no moreShe left this house four years todayThey say she's lookin' for some Georgia farmboy

Songwriters: NEWBURY, MICKEY
Publisher: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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