Matador Halford
Intro
[A] [Gm] [A]
[Dm] [A] [Gm] [Dm]
Verse
The g[Dm]old ran dry in '[Am]54 so w[Bb]ith a broken h[A]and
He p[Gm]acked his bags and h[Dm]eaded south acr[F]oss the Rio Gr[E]ande
The t[Dm]own was mean and br[Am]utal for a gr[Bb]ingo filled with str[A]ife
He w[Gm]as about to [Dm]end it all when s[F]ome thing changed his l[Dm]ife
A b[Dm]ullfight in the str[Am]eet went bad the b[Bb]east made to esc[A]ape
And [Gm]in a feat of d[Dm]anger with his j[F]acket as a c[A]ape
He st[Dm]ared into the [Am]eyes of death and b[Bb]ought it to his kn[A]ees
A c[Gm]ry went up from [Dm]in the crowd at l[F]ast he felt app[Dm]eased
Bridge
Then all the people were scr[A]eaming
Having the time of their l[Dm]ives
Some said they thought they were dr[C]eaming
But he was right there bef[F]ore their eyes
He had the crowd they ch[A]eering
right in the palms of his h[Dm]ands
With one or two of them l[C]eering
At what they never could c[F]omp[Gm]reh[A]end
Chorus
M[Dm]atad[A]or heart of the br[Dm]ave
S[F]uit [Gm]of l[E]ife n[A]ever to [Dm]save
M[Dm]atad[A]or in for the k[Dm]ill
St[F]at[Gm]uesq[E]ue h[A]e's standing st[Dm]ill
El T[Dm]oro charged he d[Am]anced with death
And [Bb]every place he's [A]go
The r[Gm]eputation l[Dm]ead the way through [F]all of Mexic[E]o
The Gr[Dm]eatest of the Gr[Am]eats they said
One n[Bb]ever to be m[A]issed
But [Gm]all good things come t[Dm]o an end
And s[F]o it was with h[Dm]is
A m[Dm]oments hesit[Am]ation and he f[Bb]elt the gore go d[A]eep
His l[Gm]ife flashed in slow m[Dm]otion as the cr[F]owd begin to w[E]eep
The c[Dm]ountry was in m[Am]ourning as they b[Bb]uried him that d[A]ay
But m[Gm]emories live for [Dm]ever like the gh[F]ost of him they s[Dm]ay
The people said he's The Gr[A]eatest
Look at his flair and his s[Dm]tyle
No one can stand in his f[C]oot steps
Or follow him b[F]y a mile
The crowd was in such a fr[A]enzy
He had the air of a s[Dm]aint
Control was part of the f[C]ever
Together with s[F]uch r[Gm]estr[A]aint
M[Dm]atad[A]or graced by The L[Dm]ord
Ch[F]eat[Gm]ing de[E]ath pl[A]unging the sw[Dm]ord
M[Dm]atad[A]or here to an[Dm]nul
W[F]ith r[Gm]esp[E]ect pr[A]aise for the b[Dm]ull
There was a sense of dram[A]atic
That in the blink of an e[Dm]ye
It could turn into tr[C]aumatic
Would he be alive or d[F]ie
He was the man of the h[A]our
And master of his dom[Dm]ain
He was bestowed and emp[C]owered
He had the key to each c[F]ity [Gm]he r[A]eigned
M[Dm]atad[A]or heart of the br[Dm]ave
S[F]uit [Gm]of l[E]ife n[A]ever to [Dm]save
M[Dm]atad[A]or in for the k[Dm]ill
St[F]at[Gm]uesq[E]ue h[A]e's standing st[Dm]ill
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