Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

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

He turned twenty-one in a gray rock prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Georgia boy
at those four gray, in silence he would listen
That midnight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning him lyin' 'neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Joy
Stunned and shaken said she's not here no more
She left this house four years

They say she's for some Georgia farm boy