Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was an honest man, red dirt farmer
His mama lived her short life having and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an ache to wander
He hopped a in Waycross, wound up in L.A.

Lord, the cold had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, the summer came
He met a girl on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called

Growing up came quietly in the of Mabel Joy
Laughter found mornings, brought a meaning to his life
Yes, the night she left, sleep came and left that Waycross
Country boy with of Georgia cotton and a California wife

Sunday morning found him standing the red light of her door
When a right cross sent him reeling, put him face on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he a merchant mad marine
He growled that Georgia neck is red, but your still green

He turned in a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross boy
Starin' at those four gray, in he would listen
That midnight freight he knew take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him lyin' 'neath the red of her door
With a bullet in his side he cried have you Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said not here no more
She left this house four today

They say she's looking for some farm boy