Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

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

Cold had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer and 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 shaken someone said, "Son, she live here no more"
She left this town ten ago, I heard she's looking for
Some Georgia boy"