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My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boyMy momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hayAnd I was just fifteen when I ached inside to wonderSo 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 JoyDestitution's child, born on a L.A. street called ShaneAnd sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boyMaybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her againGrowin' up came quietly in the arms of Maybel JoyLaughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my lifeI woke up one day, Lord to find that I was by myselfWith dreams of Georgia cotton and California wineSunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her doorRight 'cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the floorIn place of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad marineWho said, "Your Georgia neck is red but son you're still green"Well, I turned twenty one in gray rock federal prisonThe judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross, Georgia boySometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd listenThat same old freight to take me back to Maybel JoyCold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boySongtexteSpringtime turned to summer and then the winter cameStarin' at those four gray walls in silence, Lord, I'd listenSomewhere in the distance to the whistle of the trainSunday morning found me lying 'neath the red light of her doorWith 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 forSome Georgia farm boy" Aus Songtexte Mania