Artist: Gretchen Peters 
Song: The matador

Tabbed by: DJ
29th April 2013

Tuning: Standard
CAPO: 7th fret (sounds in key of Em)

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   Am                               F
I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for,
    G                                   F
My aim was true, my heart was full, I loved the fighter... and the bull,
   Am                           F
I loved like only a woman can,     a very complicated man,
    G                                     F
I bound his wounds, I heard his cries, I gave him truth, I told him lies!
 
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     Am                           F                 
His rage is made of many things,     faithless women, wedding rings,
  G                                  F
Snakes and snails and alcohol, his daddy's fist thrown through the wall,
                Am                                  F
Ah, but he's beautiful when he's in the ring, the devil howls, the angels sing,
  G                                   F
Sparks fly from his fingertips, and words, like birds, fly from his lips!


      F                               G
Some man is lying in the dirt, some woman's crying that he's hurt,
          F                                    G                              Gsus4  G
But he's not alive without the thrill, with - out the dance, without the kill,
      F                                         G
The lights go down, the people roar, they're cheering on the matador,
     F                             G                          Am      F
And this is how the story goes, I knew it when I threw... the rose!


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   Am                                F 
I come to each and every show, the woman in the second row,
    G                                       F
I watch them in their ancient dance, and I know I never stood a chance,
              Am                            F
'Cause while other demons prance and clown,    it's vanity that takes you down,
     G                                      F
I thought that I could be the one, but I'm just another... hanger-on!


      F                                  G
Some man is bleeding in the dirt, some woman's crying that she's hurt,
     F                                     G                               Gsus4  G
But who are we without the thrill, with - out the dance, without the kill?
    F                            G
And he is bull and matador, and I'm the mother, and the whore,
     F                             G                    Am             F
And this is how the story goes, I knew it when I threw...    the rose!


  Am              F
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    Am                              F 
I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for,
    G                                   F
My aim was true, my heart was full, I loved the fighter... and the bull!


     Am              F             Am             F
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Chord shapes are relative to capo position:

Am    = x02210
F     = 133211
G     = 320003
Gsus4 = 3x0013