《San Francisco Mabel Joy》歌词

[00:00:00] Lord his daddy was an honest man

[00:00:06] Just a red dirt Georgia farmer

[00:00:10] And his momma lived her short life

[00:00:15] Having kids and baling hay

[00:00:23] He had fifteen years

[00:00:27] And he ached inside to wander

[00:00:32] So he jumped a freight at Waycross

[00:00:37] And wound up in L A

[00:00:44] The cold nights had no pity

[00:00:48] On that Waycross Georgia farm boy

[00:00:54] Most days he went hungry

[00:00:58] And then the summer came

[00:01:05] He met a girl known on the strip

[00:01:09] As San Francisco's Mabel Joy

[00:01:15] Destitution's child

[00:01:18] Born of an L A street called 'Shame'

[00:01:27] Growing up came quietly

[00:01:30] In the arms of Mabel Joy

[00:01:36] Laughter found their mornings

[00:01:40] Brought a meaning to his life

[00:01:47] And the night before she left

[00:01:51] Aleep came and left that Waycross country boy

[00:01:56] With dreams of Georgia cotton

[00:02:01] And a California wife

[00:02:08] Sunday morning found him standing

[00:02:12] 'Neath the red light at her door

[00:02:17] When a right cross sent him reeling

[00:02:21] Put him face down on the floor

[00:02:28] And in place of his Mabel Joy

[00:02:32] He found a merchant mad marine

[00:02:38] Who growled "Your Georgia neck is red

[00:02:42] But sonny you're still green"

[00:02:51] He turned twenty-one

[00:02:54] In a gray rock federal prison

[00:02:59] The old judge had no mercy

[00:03:03] On that Waycross country boy

[00:03:11] Staring at those four gray walls

[00:03:15] In silence he would listen

[00:03:20] To the midnight freight

[00:03:22] He knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

[00:03:32] Sunday morning found him lying

[00:03:36] 'Neath the red light at her door

[00:03:41] With a bullet in his side he cried

[00:03:45] "Have you seen Mabel Joy"

[00:03:52] Stunned and shaken someone said

[00:03:57] "Son she don't live here no more

[00:04:01] No she left this house four years today

[00:04:06] They say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy