Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

Growing up came quietly in the of Mabel Joy
found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
Yes, the night before she left, sleep came and left 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 cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the
In place of Mabel Joy he a merchant mad marine
He growled that Georgia is red, but sonny your still green

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

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

They say she's looking for some farm boy