by Lillian Bos Ross, Sam Eskin, Richard Dehr & Frank Miller   (Arlo's version is from the singing of Ramblin' Jack Elliott)      My name is Juanano de Castro   My father was a Spanish Grandee   But I won my wife in a card game   To hell with those lords o'er the sea      CHORUS:   Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely   You might win in a game at Jolon   But a lion still rules the Barranca   And a man there is always alone      in my youth i had a Monterey homestead   fields,creeks,mountains all mine   and i built me a snug little shanty   and i roofed it and floored it with pine      i had a bronco,buckskin,   like a bird he flew over the trail   when we'd ride out 40 miles every friday   for some grub and to pick up my mail      I sat 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 in with a curse   Saying "Take her, Goddamn ya, 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 red mouth      well we soon reached the valley of twilight   and the stars twinkled out over the coast   she soon loved the valley and the orchards   but i knew it was me she loved the most      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      That night I got hurt in a landslide   Crushed hip and twice broken bone   She saddled her pony like lightning   And rode off for the doctor in Jolon      The lion screamed in the Barranca   Buck, he bolted and he fell on the slide   My young wife lay dead in the moonlight   My heart died that night with my bride      they buried her out in the orchard   carried me up to Jolon   now i'm left with these memories   i'm an old broken man all alone      the cabin still stands on the hillside   the door open to the rain   and i'm living up here in Jolon   and i never can go back there again      CHORUS