Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

He met a girl on the strip
As San Mabel Joy
Destitution's
of an L.A. street called 'Shame'

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

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

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

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

He twenty-one
In a gray federal prison
The old judge had no
On Waycross, country boy

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

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

Stunned and shaken someone
"Son, she live here no more
No, she left this house four years,
They say looking for some Georgia farm boy