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

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

He met a girl known on the
As San Mabel Joy
child
Born of an L.A. street called

Growing up quietly
In the of Mabel Joy
found their mornings
Brought a to his life

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

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

And in of his Mabel Joy
He found a mad marine
Who growled, "Your neck is red
But sonny, you're green"

He turned
In a gray federal prison
The old had no mercy
On that Waycross, boy

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

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

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