Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer
His mama her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an inside to wander
He a freight 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 came
He met a girl on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. called shame

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

Sunday morning found him standing the red light of her door
When a right cross him reeling, put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a mad marine
He that 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 four gray, in silence he listen
That freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

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

They say she's for some Georgia farm boy