Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

Well, I met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Joy
child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep 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 that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California

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

Well, I turned one in gray rock federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on this Waycross, boy
at night in silence, Lord, I'd listen
That same old freight to take me back to Joy

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

Sunday morning found me '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 left this ten years ago, I heard she's looking for
Georgia farm boy"