My daddy was an honest man
just a red dirt Georgia farm boy
My mama spent her young life
raisin' kids and bailin' hay
Now I was just fifteen when I
So hopped a freight in Waycross and I
I met a girl known on the Strip as San
Destitution's child born on an LA
The sleep came and left this little
Mabel Joy was gone Lord I'd
Growin' up came quietly in the
Laughter found the mornings
brought the meaning to my life
With dreams of Georgia cotton
Lord the cold nights had no pity on a
Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry and
Sunday morning found me standin'
neath the red light at her door
Right cross sent me reelin'
put my face down on the floor
In place of my Mabel Joy he found
Who said your Georgia neck is red but
in a grey rock Federal prison
The judge had no mercy for this
Sometimes at night in silence
That midnight freight to take
The cold nights had no pity on this
Waycross Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer
Starin' at those four grey walls in
Somewhere's in the distance to
Sunday morning found me lying
neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in my side I cried
Stunned and shaken someone said
son she don't live here anymore
She left this town ten years ago
I heard she's looking for