Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

Well the South is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a at Jolon
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 snug shanty
and i roofed it and floored it pine

i had a bronco,buckskin,
like a bird he flew over the
when ride out 40 miles every friday
for some grub and to up my mail

I sat in a card 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 opened the to the kitchen
And he called the girl in a curse
Saying "Take her, ya, you've won her
She's now for better or worse"

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

well we soon reached the of twilight
and the stars twinkled out over the
she soon loved the and the orchards
but i it was me she loved the most

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

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

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

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

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