Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

My is Juanano de Castro
My was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a game
To hell with those lords the sea

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

in my youth i had a homestead
fields,creeks,mountains all
and i built me a little shanty
and i roofed it and it with pine

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

I sat in a game 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 down at my
Jumped up to my throat in a
Like a young summer's day she was

He the door to the kitchen
And he the girl in with a curse
Saying "Take her, Goddamn ya, won her
yours now for better or worse"

Her arms had to tighten me
As we rode the hills to the south
Not a did I hear from her that day
Nor a kiss from her red mouth

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

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

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

The lion screamed in the
Buck, he and he fell on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the
My heart died night with my bride

they her out in the orchard
carried me up to
now i'm left with memories
i'm an old man all alone

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