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The gold ran dry in '54 so with a broken hand |
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He packed his bags and headed south across the Rio Grande |
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The town was mean and brutal for a gringo filled with strife |
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He was about to end it all when some thing changed his life |
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A bullfight in the street went bad the beast made to escape |
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And in a feat of danger with his jacket as a cape |
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He stared into the eyes of death and bought it to his knees |
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A cry went up from in the crowd at last he felt appeased |
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Then all the people were screaming |
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Having the time of their lives |
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Some said they thought they were dreaming |
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But he was right there before their eyes |
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He had the crowd they cheering right in the palms of his hands |
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With one or two of them leering |
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At what they never could comprehend |
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Matador heart of the brave |
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Suit of life never to save |
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Matador in for the kill |
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Statuesque he's standing still |
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El Toro charged he danced with death |
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And every place he's go |
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The reputation lead the way through all of Mexico |
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The Greatest of the Greats they said |
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One never to be missed |
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But all good things come to an end |
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And so it was with his |
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A moments hesitation and he felt the gore go deep |
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His life flashed in slow motion as the crowd begin to weep |
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The country was in mourning as they buried him that day |
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But memories live for ever like the ghost of him they say |
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The people said he's The Greatest |
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Look at his flair and his style |
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No one can stand in his foot steps |
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Or follow him by a mile |
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The crowd was in such a frenzy |
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He had the air of a saint |
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Control was part of the fever |
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Together with such restraint |
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Matador graced by The Lord |
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Cheating death plunging the sword |
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Matador here to annul |
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With respect praise for the bull |
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There was a sense of dramatic |
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That in the blink of an eye |
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It could turn into traumatic |
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Would he be alive or die |
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He was the man of the hour |
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And master of his domain |
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He was bestowed and empowered |
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He had the key to each city he reigned |
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Matador heart of the brave |
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Suit of life never to save |
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Matador in for the kill |
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Statuesque he's standing still |
