Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was a man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
And his momma her young life havin kids and balin hay
He had years and an ache inside to wander
So he a freight 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 known on the as San Franciscos Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called,

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

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

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

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