الأغاني: Joan Baez. San Francisco Mabel Joy.

Lord, his daddy was an honest man
Just a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his momma lived her short life
Having kids and baling hay

He had fifteen years
And he ached inside to wander
So, he jumped a freight at Waycross
And wound up in L.A.

The cold nights had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, farm boy
Most days he went hungry
And then the summer came

He met a girl known on the strip
As San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's child
Born of an L.A. street called 'Shame'

Growing up came quietly
In the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings
Brought a meaning to his life

And the night before she left
Aleep came and left that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton
And a California wife

Sunday morning found him standing
'Neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reeling
Put him face down on the floor

And in place of his Mabel Joy
He found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, "Your Georgia neck is red
But sonny, you're still green"

He turned twenty-one
In a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy
On that Waycross, country boy

Staring at those four gray walls
In silence he would listen
To the midnight freight
He knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him lying
'Neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried
"Have you seen Mabel Joy?"

Stunned and shaken someone said
"Son, she don't live here no more
No, she left this house four years, today
They say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy