Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt farmer
And his spent 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 on a Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the as San Franciscos Mabel Joy
Destitutions born of an L.A. street called, Shame

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

Sunday found him standin neath the red light at her door
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 fedral prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross, boy
Starin at those four gray in silence he would listen
To that midnight freight he knew would take him back to 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 house four years
They say shes for some Georgia farm boy"