Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, a redneck Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen I ached inside to wonder
So I hoped a freight in and I rode it to L.A.

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

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

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the of her door
Right 'cross sent me reelin', laid me face down on the
In of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad marine
Who said, "Your Georgia neck is red but son you're 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 to take 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 gray walls in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the whistle of the

Sunday morning found me lying 'neath the red of her door
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 heard she's for
Some farm boy"