Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was a man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
And his momma spent her young life havin and balin hay
He had fifteen years and an inside to wander
So he a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.

Lord, the nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, then the came
He met a known on the strip as San Franciscos Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called,

Growin up came quietly in the arms of Joy
Laughter found their mornings meaning to his life
Yes, the before she left
Sleep and left that Waycross, Georgia boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a wife

Sunday morning found him standin neath the red light at her
a right cross sent him reelin, put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he a merchant mad marine
Who growled, Georgia neck is red but sonny, youre still green

He turned twenty-one in a gray rock prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, boy
Starin at those four gray walls in silence he listen
To that midnight freight he knew take him back to Mabel Joy

mornin found him standin neath the red light at her door
With a in his side, he cried, Have you seen Mabel Joy?
Stunned and shaken someone said, Why, not here no more
She this house four years today
They say shes lookin for Georgia farm boy"