Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia
His mama lived her life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an inside 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 he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street shame

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

Sunday morning found him standing the red light of her door
When a right cross sent him reeling, put him down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he 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 had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boy
Starin' at those gray, in silence he would listen
That midnight freight he knew take him back to Mabel Joy

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

They say she's for some Georgia farm boy