[ti:San Francisco's Mabel Joy]
[ar:Joan Baez]
[al:]
[00:00.00]Lord his Daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
[00:11.03]And his momma lived her short life having kids and baling hay
[00:23.07]He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander
[00:31.89]So he jumped a freight at Waycross and wound up in LA.
[00:43.38]The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farm boy
[00:53.77]Most days he went hungry, and then the summer came
[01:02.38]He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
[01:14.91]Destitution's child, born of an LA. street called "Shame"
[01:24.89]Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
[01:35.53]Laughter found their mornings brought a meaning to his life
[01:46.75]And the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross, country boy
[01:56.19]With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
[02:05.31]Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light at her door
[02:17.06]When a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
[02:26.57]And in place of his Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
[02:38.49]Who growled, "Your Georgia neck is red but Sonny you're still green"
[02:48.76]He turned twenty-one in a grey rock federal prison
[02:58.94]The old judge had no mercy on that Waycross, Georgia boy
[03:08.64]Staring at those four grey walls, in silence he would listen
[03:19.91]To the midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
[03:32.10]Sunday morning found him lying 'neath the red light at her door
[03:40.68]With a bullet in his side, he cried "Have you seen Mabel Joy!"
[03:50.56]Stunned and shaken someone said "Son, she don't live here no more
[04:00.83]She left this house four years today, they say she's looking for ...
[04:10.79]Some Georgia farm boy