Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

He met a girl known on the
As San Mabel Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street called

Growing up came
In the arms of Joy
Laughter their mornings
Brought a to his life

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

Sunday morning found him
the red light 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 turned
In a gray rock federal
The old judge had no
On that Waycross, boy

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

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

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