Subject: ADD: The South Coast Revisited (Steve Suffet)
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Suffet
Date: 29 Apr 01 - 07:27 PM
THE SOUTH COAST REVISITED
New words by Stephen L. Suffet © 2001 Based on THE SOUTH COAST by Lillian Bos-Ross and Sam Eskin
My name is Donna Maria Garcia,
My father's a gambling drunk,
He gave me away in a card game,
To a wealthy young rapist and punk.
As a young girl he beat me and cursed me,
As he did to my mother before,
And after she died of the fever,
He made me his servant and whore.
Chorus:
Oh, the South Coast is wild and lonely,
But I'd sooner lie there in my grave,
Where the lion still rules the barranca,
Than to live as any man's slave.
I remember the night of the card game,
When he opened the door with a curse,
Saying, "Take her, God damn you, you won her,
She's yours now for better or worse!"
My arms had to tighten around him,
As we rode up the hills from the South,
What else could I say but "I love you"?
Oh, the lies how they poured from my mouth!
He waited a week 'til he took me,
The whiskey it stank up his breath,
As he shoved his damn thing deep inside me,
Oh, how that I longed for his death!
Repeat chorus.
I plotted my chance to escape him,
I made it look like a landslide,
I toppled the big rocks upon him,
Oh, how that I wished that he died!
I saddled up Buck just like lightning,
As he lay 'neath the piles of stone,
Then I galloped away to my freedom,
To the far away town of Jolon.
A lion screamed in the barranca,
Buck bolted and fell on a slide,
That bastard he somehow recovered,
While I was the person who died.
They buried me out in the orchard,
The carried him down to Jolon,
May he burn deep in Hell with the Devil,
After he lives out his life all alone!
Repeat chorus.
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