Luyện nghe bài hát South Coast

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

My name is Juanano de
My father was a Spanish
But I won my in a card game
To hell with those o'er the sea

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

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

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

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

I up the ace...l had won her
My it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my in a hurry
Like a summer's 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 had to tighten around me
As we rode the hills to the south
Not a word did I from her that day
Nor a kiss her pretty red mouth

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

That was a gay winter
We carved on a cradle of
By the fire in that little cabin
And I sang that 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 and he fell on the slide
My wife lay dead in the moonlight
My heart died that with my bride

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

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