My Daddy Was An Honest Man Just A Red Dirt Georgia Farm Boy

My Mama Spent Her Young Life Raisin' Kids And Bailin' Hay

Now I Was Just Fifteen When I Ached Inside To Wander

So Hopped A Freight In Waycross And I Rode It To LA

I Met A Girl Known On The Strip As San Francisco's Mabel Joy

Destitution's Child Born On An LA Street Called Shame

The Sleep Came And Left This Little Waycross Country Boy

Mabel Joy Was Gone Lord I'd Never See Her Again

Growin' Up Came Quietly In The Arms Of Mabel Joy

Laughter Found The Mornings Brought The Meaning To My Life

I Woke Up One Day Lord Finding I Was By Myself

With Dreams Of Georgia Cotton And A California Wife

Lord The Cold Nights Had No Pity On A Waycross Georgia Farm Boy

Most Days He Went Hungry And Then The Summer Came

Sunday Morning Found Me Standin' Neath The Red Light At Her Door

Right Cross Sent Me Reelin' Put My Face Down On The Floor

In Place Of My Mabel Joy He Found A Merchant Mad Marine

Who Said Your Georgia Neck Is Red But Sonny You're Still Green

But I Turned Twenty One In A Grey Rock Federal Prison

The Judge Had No Mercy For This Waycross Georgia Boy

Sometimes At Night In Silence Lord I'd Listen

That Midnight Freight To Take Me Back To Mabel Joy

The Cold Nights Had No Pity On This Waycross Georgia Farm Boy

Springtime Turned To Summer And Then The Winter Came

Starin' At Those Four Grey Walls In Silence Lord I'd Listen

Somewhere's In The Distance To The Whistle Of A Train

Sunday Morning Found Me Lying Neath The Red Light At Her Door

With A Bullet In My Side I Cried Have You Seen Mabel Joy

Stunned And Shaken Someone Said Son She Don't Live Here Anymore

She Left This Town Ten Years Ago I Heard She's Looking For

Some Georgia Farm Boy