Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

up came quietly
In the of Mabel Joy
Laughter their mornings
Brought a to his life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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