Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, raisin' kids and hay
And I was fifteen 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, born on a L.A. street called
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd see her again

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

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

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

nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to 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 'neath the red of her door
With a bullet in my side I cried, "Have you seen Joy?"
Stunned and someone said, "Son, she don't live here no more"
She left this town ten years ago, I she's looking for
Some Georgia boy"