Kenny Price
San Francisco Mabel Joy
His daddy was a simple man just a red dirt Georgia farmerAnd his mama spent her young life havin' kids and bailin' hayHe had fifteen years and an ache inside to wanderSo he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in LALord the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boyMost days he went hungry and then the summer cameHe met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel JoyDestitution's child born of an LA street called ShameGrowin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel JoyLaughter found the mornings brought meaning to his lifeYes the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross Georgia boyWith dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wifeSunday morning found him standin' 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 groaned your Georgia neck is red but Sonny you're still greenHe turned twenty-one in a grey rock Federal prisonThe old judge had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boyStarin' at those four grey walls in silence he would listenTo that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel JoySunday morning found him lyin' neath the red light at her doorWith a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel JoyStunned and shaken someone said why son she don't live here anymoreShe left this house four years today and they say she's lookin' forSome Georgia farm boy
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