{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2117949,"song":"San Francisco Mabel Joy","artist":"David Allan Coe","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11459742-san-francisco-mabel-joy-chords-by-david-allan-coe/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2117949?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"David Allan Coe - San Francisco Mabel Joy\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]D[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]                            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nMy daddy was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                       [ch]A[/ch]\r\nMy momma spent her short life raisin' kids and bailin' hay[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd I was just fifteen, when I ached inside to wonder[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                        [ch]C[/ch]    [ch]B[/ch]       [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSo I hoped a freight in Waycross, and I rode it to L.A.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                    [ch]G[/ch]                          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWell, I met a girl known on the strip, as San Francisco's Mabel Joy[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nDestitution's child, born on a L.A. street called Shane[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]G[/ch]                                      [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd sleep came and left, this little Waycross, Georgia country boy[/tab]\r\n[tab]                             [ch]C[/ch]         [ch]B[/ch]   [ch]A[/ch]\r\nMabel Joy was gone Lord, I'd never see her again[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nGrowin' up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                        [ch]A[/ch]\r\nLaughter found our morning's, brought new meaning to my life[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nI woke up one day, Lord, to find that I was by myself[/tab]\r\n[tab]                             [ch]A[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWith dreams of Georgia cotton, and California wine[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]                                                      [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                      [ch]A[/ch]\r\nRight cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the floor[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]                                         [ch]D[/ch]\r\nIn place of Mabel Joy I found a merchant mad marine[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                   [ch]C[/ch]      [ch]B[/ch]     [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWho said, \"your Georgia neck is red, but, son here you're still green.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]D[/ch]           \r\nWell, I turned twenty-one, in Grey Rock federal prison[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                   [ch]C[/ch]  [ch]B[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThe judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross, Georgia boy[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSometimes at night, in silence Lord I'd listen[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]A[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\nThat same old freight to take me back to Mabel Joy[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nCold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                 [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSpringtime turned to summer, and then the winter came[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                                     [ch]D[/ch]\r\nStarin' at those four grey walls in silence Lord, I'd listen[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSomewhere in the distance to the whistle of the train[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                                      [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                                      [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWith a bullet in my side I cried \"have you seen Mabel Joy[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                                                          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nStunned and shaken someone said, \"son, she don't live here no more\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                  [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]B[/ch]       [ch]A[/ch]\r\nShe left this town ten years ago, I heard she's lookin' for[/tab]\r\n[tab]             [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]D[/ch] [ch]G[/ch] [ch]D[/ch]      \r\nSome Georgia farm boy.[/tab]","plain_text":"David Allan Coe - San Francisco Mabel Joy","chords":["D","G","A","C","B"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}