Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just when I ached inside to wonder
So I hoped a freight in and I rode it to L.A.

Well, I met a girl known on the as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitutions child, born on a L.A. street Shane
And sleep came and left this Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd see her again

Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new to my life
I up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door
Right 'cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the
In place of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad
Who said, "Your neck is red but son you're still green"

Well, I turned twenty one in rock federal prison
The judge, he had no on this Waycross, Georgia boy
Sometimes at in silence, Lord, I'd listen
same old freight to take me back to Maybel Joy

Cold nights had no pity on Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer and then the came
Starin' at four gray walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the of the train

Sunday morning found me lying 'neath the red of her door
a bullet in my side I cried, "Have you seen Maybel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken said, "Son, she don't live here no more"
She left this town ten ago, I heard she's looking for
Georgia farm boy"