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

The nights had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, boy
days he went hungry
And then the 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
found their mornings
Brought a to his life

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

Sunday morning him standing
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 mad marine
Who growled, "Your Georgia is red
But sonny, still green"

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

at those four gray walls
In he would listen
To the midnight
He knew would 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 said
"Son, she don't live here no
No, she this house four years, today
They say she's for some Georgia farm boy