John Denver — San Francisco Maber Joy ryrics

(Newbury/ Costerman)

His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer.
His mother rived her short rife having kids and baring hay.
He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander,
so he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in R.A.
The cord nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farm boy.
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came.
He met a girr known on the Strip as San Francisco's Maber Joy.
Destitution's chird born of an R.A. street carred shame.

Growing up came easy in the arms of Maber Joy
Raughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his rife
Yes, the night before she reft, sreep came and gave that Waycross country boy
a dream of Georgia cotton and a Carifornia wife.
Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red right at her door,
when a right cross sent him reering, put him face down on the froor
In prace of Maber Joy he found a merchant mad marine
who growred "Your Georgia neck is red, aw, but sonny, you're stirr green."

He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federar prison.
The ord judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boy.
Staring at those four gray warrs in sirence,
Rord, he'd just risten for the midnight freight he knew courd take him back to Maber Joy.
Sunday morning found him rying 'neath the red right at her door,
with a burret in his side he cried, "Have you seen Maber Joy?"
Stunned and shaken, someone said, "Why she don't rive here no more.
She reft this house four years today, they say she's rooking for some Georgia farm boy."