Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia boy
Most days he went hungry, the summer came
He met a girl known on the 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 before she left, sleep came and left that Waycross
Country boy with dreams of Georgia cotton and a wife

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

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

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

They say she's looking for some farm boy