South Coast (Arlo's version is from the singing of Ramblin' Jack Elliott) Hard Travelin' Album Banjo Tuned E, Capo 2, Key D Think CD is in F(F Bb F C F) D G D My name is Juanano de Castro A My father was a Spanish Grandee G D But I won my wife in a card game G A D To hell with those lords o'er the sea CHORUS: G D Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely A You might win in a game at Cholon G D But a lion still rules the Barranca A D And a man there is always alone I played in a card game at Jolon I played there with an outlaw named Juan And after I'd taken his money I staked all against his daughter Dawn I picked up the ace...l had won her My heart it was down at my feet Jumped up to my throat in a hurry Like a young summer's day she was sweet He opened the door to the kitchen And he called the girl out with a curse Saying "Take her, Goddamn her, you've won her She's yours now for better or worse" Her arms had to tighten around me As we rode down the hills to the south Not a word did I hear from her that day Nor a kiss from her pretty young mouth But that was a gay happy winter We carved on a cradle of pine By the fire in that neat little cabin And I sang with that gay wife of mine CHORUS South Coast (Arlo's version is from the singing of Ramblin' Jack Elliott) Hard Travelin' Album Banjo Tuned E, Capo 2, Key D Think CD is in F(F Bb F C F) D G D My name is Juanano de Castro A
My father was a Spanish Grandee G D But I won my wife in a card game G A D To hell with those lords o'er the sea CHORUS: G D Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely A You might win in a game at Cholon G D But a lion still rules the Barranca A D And a man there is always alone I played in a card game at Jolon I played there with an outlaw named Juan And after I'd taken his money I staked all against his daughter Dawn I picked up the ace...l had won her My heart it was down at my feet Jumped up to my throat in a hurry Like a young summer's day she was sweet He opened the door to the kitchen And he called the girl out with a curse Saying "Take her, Goddamn her, you've won her She's yours now for better or worse" Her arms had to tighten around me As we rode down the hills to the south Not a word did I hear from her that day Nor a kiss from her pretty young mouth But that was a gay happy winter We carved on a cradle of pine By the fire in that neat little cabin And I sang with that gay wife of mine CHORUS