Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

by Lillian Bos Ross, Sam Eskin, Dehr & Frank 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 card
To hell those lords o'er the sea

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

in my i had a Monterey homestead
fields,creeks,mountains all
and i built me a snug little
and i roofed it and 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 at Jolon
I played there an outlaw named Juan
And I'd taken his money
I staked all against his daughter

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

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

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

well we soon the valley of twilight
and the stars out over the coast
she soon loved the and the orchards
but i knew it was me she loved the

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

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

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

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

the cabin still stands on the
the door open to the
and i'm up here in Jolon
and i never can go back again