Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his daddy was an man
Just a red dirt, farmer
And his momma lived her life
Having kids and hay

He had years
And he ached to wander
So, he a freight at Waycross
And up in L.A.

The cold nights had no
On Waycross, Georgia, farm boy
Most days he went
And then the summer

He met a known on the strip
As San Francisco's Joy
child
Born of an L.A. called 'Shame'

Growing up quietly
In the of Mabel Joy
found their mornings
Brought a to his life

And the night before she
Aleep and left that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of cotton
And a California

morning found him standing
'Neath the red light at her
When a cross sent him reeling
Put him face down on the

And in place of his Joy
He found a merchant mad
Who growled, "Your neck is red
But sonny, you're green"

He twenty-one
In a rock federal prison
The old had no mercy
On that Waycross, boy

Staring at those four gray
In he would listen
To the midnight
He knew would take him back to Joy

Sunday morning him lying
'Neath the red light at her
With a in his side, he cried
"Have you Mabel Joy?"

Stunned and shaken said
"Son, she live here no more
No, she left this house four years,
They say she's looking for some Georgia boy