Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

My is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Grandee
But I won my wife in a card
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 still the Barranca
And a man is always alone

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

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

I sat in a game at Jolon
I there with an outlaw named Juan
And I'd taken his money
I all against his daughter Dawn

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

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

Her arms had to around me
As we rode down the hills to the
Not a did I hear from her that 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 valley and the
but i it was me she loved the most

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

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

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

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

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