Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

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

And the before 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 him reeling
Put him face down on the

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

He twenty-one
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 freight
He knew would take him back to Joy

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

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