Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

Growing up came
In the arms of Joy
Laughter found their
a meaning to his life

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stunned and someone said
"Son, she don't here no more
No, she left house four years, today
They say she's for some Georgia farm boy