By Mickey Newbury
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MY DADDY WAS AN HONEST MAN, JUST A REDNECK GEORGIA FARM BOY
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MY MOMMA SPENT HER SHORT LIFE RAISIN' KIDS AND BAILING' HAY
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AND I WAS JUST FIFTEEN WHEN I ACHED INSIDE TO WONDER
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SO I HOPED A FREIGHT IN WAYCROSS AND I RODE IT TO L.A.
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WELL, I MET A GIRL KNOWN ON THE STRIP AS SAN FRANCISCO'S MAYBEL JOY
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DESTITUTIONS CHILD, BORN ON A L.A. STREET CALLED SHANE
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AND SLEEP CAME AND LEFT THIS LITTLE WAYCROSS, GEORGIA COUNTRY BOY
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MAYBEL JOY WAS GONE, LORD, ID NEVER SEE HER AGAIN
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GROWING' UP CAME QUIETLY IN THE ARMS OF MAYBEL JOY
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LAUGHTER FOUND OUR MORNING'S, BROUGHT NEW MEANING TO MY LIFE
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I WOKE UP ONE DAY, LORD, TO FIND THAT I WAS BY MYSELF
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WITH DREAMS OF GEORGIA COTTON AND CALIFORNIA WINE
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SUNDAY MORNING' FOUND ME STANDING' NETH THE RED-LIGHT OF HER DOOR
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RIGHT CROSS SENT ME REELING', LAID ME FACE DOWN ON THE FLOOR
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IN PLACE OF MAYBEL JOY I FOUND A MERCHANT MAD MARINE
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WHO SAID, " YOUR GEORGIA NECK IS RED, BUT, SON YOUR STILL GREEN!"
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WELL, I TURNED TWENTY ONE IN GREY ROCK FEDERAL PRISON
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THE JUDGE, HE HAD NO MERCY ON THIS WAYCROSS, GEORGIA BOY
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SOMETIMES AT NIGHT IN SILENCE, LORD, I'D LISTEN
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THAT SAME OLD FREIGHT TO TAKE ME BACK TO MAYBEL JOY
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COLD NIGHTS HAD NO PITY ON THIS WAYCROSS, GEORGIA FARM BOY
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SPRINGTIME TURNED TO SUMMER, AND THEN THE WINTER CAME
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STARING' AT THOSE FOUR GREY WALLS IN SILENCE, LORD, I'D LISTEN
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SOMEWHERE IN THE DISTANCE TO THE WHISTLE OF THE TRAIN
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SUNDAY MORNING FOUND ME LYING NEATH THE RED LIGHT OF HER DOOR
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WITH A BULLET IN MY SIDE I CRIED "HAVE YOU SEEN MAYBEL JOY?"
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STUNNED AND SHAKEN SOMEONE SAID ,"SON, SHE DON'T LIVE HERE NO MORE"
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SHE LEFT THIS TOWN TEN YEARS AGO, I HEARD SHE'S LOOKING FOR...
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SOME GEORGIA FARM BOY"
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San Francisco Mabel Joy
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David Allan Coe |