Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his was an honest man
a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his momma lived her life
Having 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 the summer came

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

Growing up quietly
In the arms of Joy
Laughter found mornings
Brought a meaning to his

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday found him lying
'Neath the red at her door
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 house four years,
They say looking for some Georgia farm boy