Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

His daddy was an man, red dirt Georgia farmer
His mama lived her life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an ache inside to
He hopped a in Waycross, wound up in L.A.

Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross 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. street shame

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

Sunday morning him standing 'neath the red light of her door
When a right cross sent him reeling, put him down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he a merchant mad marine
He growled Georgia neck is red, but sonny your still green

He turned twenty-one in a gray federal prison
The old had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boy
Starin' at four gray, in silence he would listen
That freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

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

They say she's looking for Georgia farm boy