Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His was an honest man, a red dirt Georgia farmer
His lived her young life having kids and bailing hay
He had fifteen years and an ache to wander
Jumped a in Waycross and wound up in L.A.

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

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

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

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

Sunday found him 'neath the red light at her door, with a bullet
In his side he cried, "Have you Mabel Joy?", stunned and shaken
Someone said, "She don't live here no more, she this house
Four years ago, she was for some Georgia farm boy"