Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

by Lillian Bos Ross, Sam Eskin, Richard & Frank Miller
(Arlo's version is from the of Ramblin' Jack Elliott)

My is Juanano de Castro
My was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my in a card game
To with those lords o'er the sea

Well the Coast is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a at Jolon
But a lion still the Barranca
And a man is always alone

in my youth i had a Monterey
fields,creeks,mountains all
and i built me a snug little
and i it and floored it with pine

i had a bronco,buckskin,
like a bird he over the trail
we'd ride out 40 miles every friday
for grub and to pick up my mail

I sat in a card game at
I played there an outlaw named Juan
And I'd taken his money
I staked all his daughter Dawn

I up the ace...l had won her
My it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was

He the door to the kitchen
And he called the girl in with a
"Take her, Goddamn ya, you've won her
She's yours now for or worse"

Her arms had to around me
As we rode down the to the south
Not a word did I from her that day
Nor a kiss her pretty red mouth

well we soon reached the valley of
and the twinkled out over the coast
she soon loved the valley and the
but i it was me she loved the most

That was a gay winter
We carved on a of pine
By the fire in that neat little
And I sang with that gay wife of

That I got hurt in a landslide
Crushed hip and twice broken
She saddled her pony lightning
And rode off for the doctor in

The screamed in the Barranca
Buck, he bolted and he fell on the
My young wife lay in the moonlight
My heart died night with my bride

they her out in the orchard
me up to Jolon
now i'm with these memories
i'm an old broken man all

the still stands on the hillside
the door to the rain
and i'm living up in Jolon
and i can go back there again