Georgia Farm Boy

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His Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer,
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His Momma spent her shorter life, havin' kids and balin' hay.
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He had fifteen years, and an ache inside to wander,
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So he hopped a freight in Waycross, and wound up in L.A.

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Cold nights had no pity, for a Waycross, Georgia farm boy,
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So most days he went hungry, then the summer came.
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And he met a girl known on the strip, as 'Francisco's Mabel Joy,
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Destitutions child, born of an L.A. street called Shame.

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So growin' up came quietly, in the arms of Mabel Joy,
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Laughter found their mornings, brought meaning to his life.
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The night before she left, sleep came and left that Waycross, country boy,
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With dreams of Georgia cotton and a, California wife.

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Sunday morning found him standin' 'neath the red light at her door,
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When a right cross sent him reelin', put him face down on the floor.
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In the place of Mabel Joy, he found a merchant mad marine,
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Who growled, "Your Georgia neck is red but, sonny, you're still green".

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He turned twenty-one, in a gray rock fed'ral prison,
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That old judge had no mercy for a, Waycross Georgia boy.
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Starin' at those four gray walls, in silence he would listen,
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To that midnight freight he knew would take him, back to Mabel Joy.

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Mornin' found him standin' 'neath the red light at her door,
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With a bullet in his side, he cried, "Have you seen Mabel Joy?"
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Stunned and shaken someone said, "Why, she's not here no more,
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She left this house four years today, they say she's lookin' for,
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Some Georgia farm boy."

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