Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

Well, I met a known on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitutions child, on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her

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

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

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

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

Sunday morning found me 'neath the red light of her door
With a 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 years ago, I she's looking for
Some farm boy"