| My name is Juanano de Castro
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| My father was a Spanish Grandee
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| But I won my wife in a card game
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| To hell with those lords o’er the sea
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| Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
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| You might win in a game at Cholon
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| But a lion still rules the Barranca
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| And a man there is always alone
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| I played in a card game at Jolon
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| I played there with an outlaw named Juan
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| And after I’d taken his money
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| I staked all against his daughter Dawn
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| I picked up the ace… l had won her
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| My heart it was down at my feet
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| Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
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| Like a young summer’s day she was sweet
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| He opened the door to the kitchen
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| And he called the girl out with a curse
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| Saying «Take her, Goddamn her, you’ve won her
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| She’s yours now for better or worse»
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| Her arms had to tighten around me
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| As we rode down the hills to the south
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| Not a word did I hear from her that day
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| Nor a kiss from her pretty young mouth
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| But that was a gay happy winter
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| We carved on a cradle of pine
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| By the fire in that neat little cabin
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| And I sang with that gay wife of mine
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| Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
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| You might win in a game at Cholon
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| But a lion still rules the Barranca
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| And a man there is always alone
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| That night I got hurt in a landslide
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| Crushed hip and twice broken bone
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| She saddled her pony like lightning
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| And rode off for the doctor in Cholon
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| The lion screamed in the Barranca
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| Buck, he bolted and he fell on his side
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| My young wife lay dead in the moonlight
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| My heart died that night with my bride
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| Well the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
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| You might win in a game at Cholon
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| But a lion still rules the Barranca
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| And a man there is always alone |