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 fifteen when I ached inside to
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 Shane
And sleep came and left this Waycross Georgia country boy
Joy was gone, Lord, I'd never see her again

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

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

Well, I turned 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 me back to Maybel Joy

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

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