Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was an honest man, red Georgia farmer
His lived her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an ache 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 days he went hungry, then the summer
He met a girl on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child of an L.A. street called shame

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

Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light of her
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 in a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross boy
Starin' at those four gray, in silence he would
That midnight freight he would take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday found him lyin' '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 four years today

They say she's looking for some Georgia boy