Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My was an honest man, just a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma her short 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 known on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel Joy
Destitutions child, born on a L.A. called Shane
And sleep came and left little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd see her again

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

Sunday mornin' me standin' 'neath the red-light 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 is red but son you're still green"

Well, I turned twenty one in rock federal prison
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 on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime to summer and then the winter came
Starin' at those four gray in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the to the whistle of the train

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