Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

Sunday mornin' found me '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 Georgia neck is red but son you're green"

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

Cold nights had no on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to and then 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 lying 'neath the red light of her
a bullet in my side I cried, "Have you seen Maybel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken said, "Son, she don't live here no more"
She left this town ten years ago, I heard she's for
Some Georgia boy"