Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was fifteen 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 came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her again

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

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

Well, I twenty one in gray 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 to Maybel Joy

nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer and then the winter
Starin' at those four gray in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the of the train

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