paroles de chanson Georgia Farm Boy - The Box Tops

His Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
His Momma spent her sure life, havin' kids and balin' hay
He had 15 years and an acre inside to wander
So he hopped a freight in Waycross, and wound up in L.A.

Lord, the cold nights had no pity for a Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
And he met a girl known on the strip, as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called, "Shame"

Growin' up came quietly, in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings, brought meaning to his life
The night before she left, sleep came and left that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife

Sunday morning found him standin' neath the red light at her door
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 but sonny, you're still green"

He turned 21, in a grey rock fed'ral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, Georgia boy
Starin' at those four grey walls in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

Mornin' found him standin' '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's not here no more
She left this house four years today, they say she's lookin' for some Georgia farm boy"