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
Having and baling hay

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

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

He met a girl on the strip
As San Mabel Joy
Destitution's
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 wife

Sunday morning him standing
'Neath the red at her door
When a right cross him reeling
Put him face on the floor

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

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

at those four gray walls
In silence he would
To the freight
He would take him back to Mabel Joy

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

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