Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her 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 on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitutions child, born on a L.A. called Shane
And sleep and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her

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

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

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

Cold had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
turned to summer and then the winter came
Starin' at those gray walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
in the distance to the whistle of the train

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