Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer
His lived her short life 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 girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. called shame

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

Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red 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 neck is red, but sonny your green

He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross 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' 'neath the red of her door
With a in his side he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said she's not no more
She left this four years today

They say she's looking for some farm boy