Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross, Georgia boy
Most 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. street called,

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

Sunday morning found him standin the red light at her door
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, Georgia neck is red but sonny, youre still green

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

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