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San Francisco Mabel Joy


His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
His mother lived her short life havin' kids and balin' hay
He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander
So he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.

The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farmboy
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called shame

Growing up came easy in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
Yes, the night before she left sleep came
And gave that Waycross country boy
A dream of Georgia cotton and a California wife

Sunday mornin' found him standing
'Neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reelin'
Put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine

Who growled "Your Georgia neck is red.
Aw, but sonny, you're still green"
He turned twenty one in a gray rock fed'ral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boy
Staring at those four gray walls in silence
Lord, he'd just listen for the midnight freight he knew
Could take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him lying 'neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side he cried, "Have you seen Mabel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said "Why she don't live here no more

She left this house four years today
They say she's lookin' for some Georgia farmboy

 

Danny Boy


Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side

The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow

'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

 

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying

And I am dead, as dead I well may be

You'll come and find the place where I am lying

And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

 

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me

And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be

If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

 

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

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