Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when I inside to wonder
So I hoped a in Waycross 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 little Waycross Georgia boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd see her again

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

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

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

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

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