Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his was an honest man
a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his momma her short 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 days he hungry
And then the summer

He met a girl on the strip
As San Mabel Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street 'Shame'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday morning 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 don't live no more
No, she left this four years, today
say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy