Текст песни John Denver - San Francisco Mabel Joy
John Denver - San Francisco Mabel Joy слова песни
His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmerHis mother lived her short life havin` kids and balin` hayHe had fifteen years and he ached inside to wanderSo he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farmboyMost days he went hungry, then the summer cameHe met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco`s Mabel JoyDestitutions child born of an L.A. street called shameGrowing up came easy in the arms of Mabel JoyLaughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his lifeYes, the night before she left sleep cameAnd gave that Waycross country boyA dream of Georgia cotton and a California wifeSunday mornin` found him standing`Neath the red light at her doorWhen a right cross sent him reelin`Put him face down on the floorIn place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marineWho growled "Your Georgia neck is red.Aw, but sonny, you`re still green"He turned twenty one in a gray rock fed`ral prisonThe old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boyStaring at those four gray walls in silenceLord, he`d just listen for the midnight freight he knewCould take him back to Mabel JoySunday morning found him lying `neath the red light at her doorWith a bullet in his side he cried, "Have you seen Mabel Joy?"Stunned and shaken someone said "Why she don`t live here no moreShe left this house four years todayThey say she`s lookin` for some Georgia farmboy