Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday morning him standing
'Neath the red at her door
a right 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 turned
In a rock federal prison
The old had no mercy
On Waycross, country boy

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

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

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