Lyrics San Francisco Mable Joy.lrc Kenny Rogers
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[ar: Kenny Rogers]
[al: The Gambler]
[ti: San Francisco Mable Joy]
[length: 03:44]
[00:07.66]His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer
[00:14.95]His mamma lived her short life, having kids and baling hay
[00:24.31]He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander
[00:31.57]He hopped a freight in Waycross, and wound up in L.A.
[00:40.32]Lord the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farmboy
[00:48.19]Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
[00:57.13]He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco’s Mabel Joy
[01:05.43]Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called shame
[01:13.97]Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
[01:21.29]Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
[01:30.00]Yes, the night before she left, sleep came and left that
[01:35.71]Waycross country boy, with dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
[01:45.92]Sunday morning found him standing ‘neath the red light of her door
[01:53.92]When a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
[02:03.50]Place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad merine
[02:10.89]He growled that Georgia neck is red, but sonny you’re still green
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[02:21.26]He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison
[02:27.56]The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boy
[02:36.84]Starin’ at those four gray, in silence he would listen
[02:44.21]That midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
[02:53.27]Sunday morning found him lyin’ ‘neath the red light of her door
[03:00.71]With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
[03:10.22]Stunned and shaken someone said she’s not here no more
[03:17.44]She left this house four years today
[03:21.34]They say she’s looking for some Georgia farm boy
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