Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his
Yes, the night before she left, came and left that Waycross
Country boy with dreams of Georgia and a California wife

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

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

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

They say she's looking for some Georgia boy