Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

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

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