Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

My is Juanano de Castro
My was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card
To hell with lords o'er the sea

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

in my youth i had a Monterey
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 flew over the
when ride out 40 miles every friday
for some 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 all against his daughter Dawn

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

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

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

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

That was a gay winter
We on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little
And I sang with that gay 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 lion screamed in the
Buck, he and he fell on the slide
My wife lay dead in the moonlight
My heart died that night with my

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

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