Well, his daddy was an honest man
Just a red dirt Georgia farmer
His mama lived her short life
Havin' kids and bailin' hay
And an aching side to wander
So he jumped a freight and
Now the cold nights had no pity
On that way across Georgia, farm boy
He met a girl known on the Strip
San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings,
it brought a meaning to his life
On the night before she left, sleep came
And left that way across country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton
Sunday morning found him standing
Neath a red light at her door
Went a right cross and him reeling
Put him face down on the floor
Who growled, your Georgia neck is red
But, sonny, you're still green
In a grey rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy
on that way -crossed country boy
Staring at those four gray walls
In silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew
could take him back to Mabel Joe
Sunday morning found him lying
beneath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried
Have you seen Mabel Jones?
Stunned and shaken, someone said
Son, she don't live here no more
She left this house four years ago
They say she's looking for some Georgia