Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

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

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

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

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

I sat in a game at Jolon
I played with an outlaw named Juan
And after I'd his money
I staked all against his Dawn

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 door to the
And he called the in with a curse
Saying "Take her, 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 word did I from her that day
Nor a from her pretty red mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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