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Lyrics: The South Coast, the wild coast is lonely You might win at a game in Jolon But the lion still rules the barrancas And a man there is always alone My name is Don Pedro de Cadro The son of a Spanish grandee But I won my wife in a card game And to Hell with the Lords o'er the sea I gambled my pay in a card game I played with the inn keeper there He staked all he'd lost on his daughter I accepted, for what's fair is fair 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 young summer day, she was sweet The South Coast, the wild coast is lonely You might win at a game in Jolon But the lion still rules the barrancas And a man there is always alone He went to the door of the kitchen And dragged the girl out with a curse Sayin, "Take her, now, damn ya, you've won her And she's yours now for better or worse." Though I felt her arms tighten about me As we rode through the hills to the South Not a word did I hear from her that day Not a kiss from her pretty red mouth The South Coast, the wild coast is lonely You might win at a game in Jolon But the lion still rules the barrancas And a man there is always alone We soon reached my cabin at twilight The stars twinkled out on the coast She soon loved the valleys and orchards But I knew she would love me the most That winter I'll always remember I carved on a cradle of pine By the fire in our warm little cabin I knew she would always be mine The South Coast, the wild coast is lonely You might win at a game in Jolon But the lion still rules the barrancas And a man there is always alone And then I got hurt in a landslide Imprisoned beneath the loose stone She saddled our pony like lightening And rode off in the night for Jolon A lion screamed in the barrancas The pony fell hard on the slide My young wife lay dead in the moonlight My heart died that night with my bride The South Coast, the wild coast is lonely You might win at a game in Jolon But the lion still rules the barrancas And a man there is always alone And a man there is always alone |
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