Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his daddy was an man
a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his lived her short life
Having kids and hay

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

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

He met a known 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 their
Brought a to his life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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