South Coast, the wild coast is lonely
You may win at the 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 summers' day, she was sweet

South Coast, the wild coast is lonely
You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone

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 *****led out on the coast
She soon loved the valley, the orchard
But I knew that she loved me the most

South Coast, the wild coast is lonely
You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone

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 bride

South Coast, the wild coast is lonely
You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
And a man there is always alone