Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

Sunday found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her door
Right 'cross me reelin', laid me face 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 gray rock federal
The judge, he had no on this Waycross, Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd
That same old freight to me back to Maybel Joy

Cold nights had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia boy
Springtime turned to summer and then the winter
Starin' at those four walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
in the distance to the whistle 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 here no more"
She this town ten years ago, I heard she's looking for
Some Georgia boy"