Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

Growing up came quietly in the arms of 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 him standing 'neath the red light of her door
a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad
He that Georgia neck is red, but sonny your still green

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

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

They say she's for some Georgia farm boy