Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, just a Georgia farm boy
My momma spent her short life, raisin' and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when I ached to wonder
So I hoped a freight in Waycross and I 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 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
found our morning's, brought new meaning to my life
I woke up one day, Lord to find that I was by
With of Georgia cotton and California wine

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

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

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

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