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(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)
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