Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

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

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

Sunday found him standing 'neath the red light of her door
When a right cross sent him reeling, put him face 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 twenty-one in a gray federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Georgia boy
Starin' at those four gray, in silence he would
That freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

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

They say she's looking for some Georgia boy