Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an man, just 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 hoped a freight in Waycross and I it to L.A.

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

Growin' up came quietly in the arms of Joy
found 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 down on the floor
In place of Maybel Joy I found a mad marine
Who said, "Your Georgia neck is red but son still green"

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

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

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