Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

The cold nights had no pity on Waycross, Georgia farm boy
days, he went hungry then the summer came
He met a girl on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
child born on an L.A. street called Shame

Growing up quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found the that brought the meaning to his life
Night she left sleep came and found that Waycross country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California

Sunday morning him 'neath the red light at her door
A right sent him reelin' and put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad
He said, "Your Georgia neck is red but you're still green"

He twenty one in a gray rock Federal prison
The judge had no mercy on this Waycross, boy
Starin' at those gray walls in silence, Lord he'd listen
To the midnight freight he knew could take him to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him 'neath the red light at her door, a bullet
In his he cried, "Have you seen Mabel Joy?", stunned and shaken
Someone said, "She live here no more, she left this house
Four years ago, she was lookin' for some farm boy"