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Kingston Trio South Coast Lyrics

Last updated: 10/13/2011 12:00:00 PM

South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at a 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 Hell with the Lords o'er 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 summer's day, she was sweet.

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.

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 barranca; the pony fell back on the slide.
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my
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