Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

Lord, his was an honest man
a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his momma lived her short
kids and baling hay

He had fifteen
And he ached inside to
So, he jumped a freight at
And up in L.A.

The nights had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, boy
days he went hungry
And then the came

He met a girl known on the
As San Francisco's Joy
child
Born of an L.A. called 'Shame'

Growing up quietly
In the arms of Joy
Laughter found mornings
a meaning to his life

And the before she left
Aleep came and left that Waycross, boy
With dreams of Georgia
And a California

Sunday found him standing
'Neath the red at her door
When a right cross him reeling
Put him down on the floor

And in place of his Joy
He a merchant mad marine
Who growled, "Your neck is red
But sonny, you're green"

He turned
In a gray federal prison
The old had no mercy
On Waycross, country boy

Staring at those four walls
In silence he listen
To the freight
He knew would take him back to Joy

Sunday morning him lying
the red light at her door
With a in his side, he cried
"Have you Mabel Joy?"

Stunned and shaken said
"Son, she don't here no more
No, she left this house years, today
They say she's for some Georgia farm boy