Had a Spanish bull's horn And not one scar on his hansom face
He had grandily walked into the place
Though the girls of Madrid For tomorrow he must fight once more
He would dance with them all
Was just a lie in the east When he left Maria's warm bed
But he walked through the door Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head
He said God grant me this nothing more
Let me die like a Toreador
As the band played the Toreador's theme
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
As the band played the Toreador's theme
As the Toreador enters the ring
Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart
And the crowd held their breath And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark
He walked from the ring standing tall
And a crowd gathered round But he died like a Toreador More from Charlie Daniels