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 father was a Spanish
But I won my wife in a game
To hell those lords o'er the sea

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

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

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

I sat in a game at Jolon
I played there with an named Juan
And after I'd 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 in a hurry
Like a young day she was sweet

He the door 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 had to tighten around me
As we rode the hills to the south
Not a word did I hear her that day
Nor a kiss from her pretty red

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

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

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

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

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

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