Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

Growing up came
In the of Mabel Joy
Laughter found mornings
Brought a to his life

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

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

And in of his Mabel Joy
He found a merchant mad
Who growled, "Your Georgia is red
But sonny, still green"

He turned
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 freight
He knew take him back to Mabel Joy

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

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