Halford - Matador

The gold ran dry in ’54 so with a broken hand He packed his bags and headed south across the Rio Grande The town was mean and brutal for a gringo filled with strife He was about to end it all when some thing changed his life A bullfight in the street went bad the beast made to escape And in a feat of danger with his jacket as a cape He stared into the eyes of death and bought it to his knees A cry went up from in the crowd at last he felt appeased Then all the people were screaming Having the t