San Francisco Mabel Joy — текст песни (John Denver)

His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
His mother lived her short life havin` kids and balin` hay
He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander
So he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.

The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farmboy
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco`s Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called shame

Growing up came easy in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
Yes, the night before she left sleep came
And gave that Waycross country boy
A dream of Georgia cotton and a California wife

Sunday mornin` found him standing
`Neath the red light at her door

When a right cross sent him reelin`
Put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine

Who growled Your Georgia neck is red.
Aw, but sonny, you`re still green

He turned twenty one in a gray rock fed`ral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boy
Staring at those four gray walls in silence
Lord, he`d just listen for the midnight freight he knew
Could take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him lying `neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side he cried, Have you seen Mabel Joy?
Stunned and shaken someone said Why she don`t live here no more

She left this house four years today
They say she`s lookin` for some Georgia farmboy