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