Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

My daddy was an honest man, just a Georgia farm boy
My spent her short life, raisin' kids and bailin' hay
And I was just fifteen when I ached to wonder
So I hoped a in Waycross and I rode it to L.A.

Well, I met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Joy
Destitutions child, born on a L.A. street Shane
And sleep came and left this little Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone, Lord, I'd see her again

up came quietly in the arms of Maybel Joy
Laughter found our morning's, brought new to my life
I woke up one day, to find that I was by myself
With dreams of cotton and California wine

Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath the red-light of her
Right sent me reelin', laid me face down on the floor
In place of Maybel Joy I found a merchant mad
Who said, "Your Georgia neck is red but son still green"

Well, I twenty one in gray rock federal prison
The judge, he had no mercy on Waycross, Georgia boy
Sometimes at night in silence, Lord, I'd
That same old freight to take me to Maybel Joy

Cold had no pity on this Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Springtime turned to summer and then the came
Starin' at those four gray in silence, Lord, I'd listen
Somewhere in the distance to the whistle of the

Sunday morning found me 'neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in my side I cried, "Have you Maybel Joy?"
and shaken someone said, "Son, she don't live here no more"
She left this ten years ago, I heard she's looking for
Some farm boy"