David Allan Coe - San francisco maybel joy

My ^Ddaddy was an honest man,^G just a redneck Georgia farm ^Dboy My momma spent her short life raisin' kids and bailin' ^Ahay And ^DI was just fifteen,^G when I ached inside to ^Dwonder So I hoped a freight in Waycross, and I ^Crode ^Bit to L.^AA. ^DWell, I met a girl known on the strip^G, as San Francisco?s Maybel ^DJoy Destitution?s child, born on a L.A. street called ^AShane And ^Dsleep came and left,^G this little Waycross, Georgia country ^Dboy Maybel Joy was gone Lord, I?d ^Cnever see ^Bher ^Aagain ^GGrowin? up came quietly in the arms of Maybel ^DJoy Laughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my ^Alife ^GI woke up one day, Lord, to find that I was ^Dby myself With dreams of Georgia cotton^A, and California ^Dwine Sunday ^Gmornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her d^Door Right Cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the ^Afloor In ^Gplace of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad ^Dmarine Who said, "your Georgia neck is red, but, son here ^Cyour ^Bstill ^Agreen."

^DWell, I turned twenty-one^G, in Grey Rock federal^D prison The judge, he had no mercy on this ^CWay^Bcross, Georgia ^Aboy ^DSometimes at night,^G in silence Lord I'd ^Dlisten That same old freight to take me ^Aback to Maybel ^DJoy ^GCold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia ^Dfarm boy Springtime turned to summer, and then the winter ^Acame ^GStarin' at those four grey walls in silence Lord, I'd ^Dlisten Somewhere in the distance to the whistle of the ^Atrain ^GSunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light o^Df her door With a bullet in my side I cried "have you seen Maybel ^AJoy ^GStunned and shaken someone said, "son, she don't live here ^Dno more" She left this town ten years ago, ^CI heard she's ^Blookin? ^Afor Some Georgia ^Gfarm boy. ^{D G D}