Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

Sunday morning found him standin 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 found a merchant mad
Who growled, Your Georgia neck is red but sonny, youre green

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

Sunday mornin him standin neath 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 lookin for some Georgia farm boy"