D G D
My daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
A
My momma spent her short life raisin' kids and bailin' hay
D G D
And I was just fifteen, when I ached inside to wonder
C B A
So I hoped a freight in Waycross, and I rode it to L.A.
D G D
Well, I met a girl known on the strip, as San Francisco?s Maybel Joy
A
Destitution?s child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
D G D
And sleep came and left, this little Waycross, Georgia country boy
C B A
Maybel Joy was gone Lord, I?d never see her again
G D
Growin? up came quietly in the arms of Maybel Joy
A
Laughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my life
G D
I woke up one day, Lord, to find that I was by myself
A D
With dreams of Georgia cotton, and California wine
G D
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door
A
Right Cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the floor
G D
In place of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad marine
C B A
Who said, "your Georgia neck is red, but, son here your still green."
D G D
Well, I turned twenty-one, in Grey Rock federal prison
C B A
The judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross, Georgia boy
D G D
Sometimes at night, in silence Lord I'd listen
A D
That same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy
G D
Cold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
A
Springtime turned to summer, and then the winter came
G D
Starin' at those four grey walls in silence Lord, I'd listen
A
Somewhere in the distance to the whistle of the train
G D
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door
A
With a bullet in my side I cried "have you seen Maybel Joy
G D
Stunned and shaken someone said, "son, she don't live here no more"
C B A
She left this town ten years ago, I heard she's lookin? for
G D G D
Some Georgia farm boy.
