Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

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

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

morning found him standing
'Neath the red at her door
a right 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, still green"

He turned
In a rock federal prison
The old judge had no
On that Waycross, boy

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

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

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