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 years, an ache inside to wander
He hopped a in Waycross, wound up in L.A.

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

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

Sunday morning found him 'neath 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 found a merchant mad
He growled Georgia neck is red, but sonny your still green

He turned twenty-one in a gray 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 would take him back to Joy

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

say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy