This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds album, and has also been released on the Changes album.
His Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer And his Momma spent her young life havinâ kids and balinâ hay He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander So he hopped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy Most days he went hungry, then the summer came He met a girl known on the strip as San Franciscoâs Mabel Joy Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called âShameâ
Growinâ up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy Laughter found their mornings brought meaning to his life Yes, the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross, Georgia boy With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standinâ neath the red light at her door When a right cross sent him reelinâ, put him face down on the floor In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine Who growled, âYour Georgia neck is red but sonny, youâre still greenâ
He turned twenty-one in a gray rock fedâral prison The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, Georgia boy Starinâ at those four gray walls in silence he would listen To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
Sunday morninâ found him standinâ âneath the red light at her door With a bullet in his side, he cried, âHave you seen Mabel Joy?â Stunned and shaken someone said, âWhy, sheâs not here no more She left this house four years today, they say sheâs lookinâ for some Gergia farm boyâ