Luyện nghe bài hát San Francisco Mabel Joy

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

Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia boy
Most days he hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called

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

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

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

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

They say she's looking for some Georgia boy