Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

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

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

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

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

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

I up the ace...l had won her
My heart it was at my feet
up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young day she was sweet

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

Her had to tighten around me
As we down the hills to the south
Not a did I hear from her that day
Nor a kiss from her pretty red

we soon reached the valley of twilight
and the stars twinkled out the coast
she soon loved the valley and the
but i knew it was me she loved the

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

That night I got hurt in a
Crushed hip and broken bone
She saddled her pony like
And rode off for the doctor in

The screamed in the Barranca
Buck, he bolted and he on the slide
My wife lay dead in the moonlight
My heart died that with my bride

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

the still stands on the hillside
the door open to the
and i'm living up here in
and i never can go back there