South Coast

South Coast - Ross/Miller/Eskin/Dehr/Kingston Trio

South Coast the wild coast is lonely

You may win at the game at Jolon

But the lion still rules the barranca

And a man there is always alone

My name is Juan Hano de Castro

My father was a Spanish grandee

But I won my wife in a card game

To help with so larger the sea

I picked up the ace I had won her

My heart which was down at my feet

Jumped up to my throat in a hurry

Like a warm summers' day

She was sweet

South Coast the wild coast is lonely

You may win at the game at Jolon

But the lion still rules the barranca

And a man there is always alone

Her arms had to tighten around me

As we rode up the hills from the South

Not a word did I hear from her that day-

Or a kiss from her pretty red mouth

We came to my cabin at twilight

The stars twinkled out on the coast

She soon loved the valley- the orchard

But I knew that she loved me the most

South Coast the wild coast is lonely

You may win at the game at Jolon

But the lion still rules the barranca

And a man there is always alone

Then I got hurt in a landslide

With crushed hip and twice-broken bone

She saddled our pony like lightning

Rode off in the night all alone

The lion screamed in the barrancathe pony fell back on the slide

My young wife lay dead in the moonlight

My heart died that night with myBride

South Coast the wild coast is lonely

You may win at the game at Jolon

But the lion still rules the barranca

And a man there is always alone

And a man there is always alone