Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

He had fifteen
And he inside to wander
So, he jumped a freight at
And up in L.A.

The nights had no pity
On Waycross, Georgia, farm boy
days he went hungry
And the summer came

He met a girl known on the
As San Mabel Joy
Destitution's
Born of an L.A. called 'Shame'

up came quietly
In the arms of Joy
Laughter found mornings
Brought a to his life

And the night she left
Aleep came and left Waycross, country boy
dreams of Georgia cotton
And a wife

Sunday morning him standing
'Neath the red at her door
When a right cross him reeling
Put him down on the floor

And in of his Mabel Joy
He found a merchant mad
Who growled, "Your Georgia is red
But sonny, still green"

He turned
In a gray federal prison
The old had no mercy
On Waycross, country boy

Staring at those gray walls
In he would listen
To the freight
He would take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him
the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he
"Have you Mabel Joy?"

Stunned and shaken someone
"Son, she don't live no more
No, she this house four years, today
say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy