Matty Groves
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AmCE|---0----0---------0----0-------- B|-----------1---------------1---- G|---2-----2--------2------2------ D|-------------------------------- A|-0----0---------0----0--------0- E|-------------------------------- E|-0-----0------------0----0-------- B|------------1-----------------1--- G|-2-------2----------0-------0----- D|---------------------------------- A|----0------------3-----3---------- E|---------------------------------- E|--0-----0-------| B|-------------1--| G|--0-------0-----| D|----------------| A|3----3----------| E|----------------| G Em E|---3-----3-----------0-----0--- B|--------------3---------------- G|---0-------0---------0-------0- D|------------------------------- A|------------------------------- E|-3----3-----------0-----0------ Am E|--------0------0----------0----0-- B|0------------------1-------------- G|--------2--------2--------2------- D|---------------------------------- A|------0-----0----------0-----0---- E|---------------------------------- -----------------| ---1-------------| 2----------------| -----------------| -----------------| -----------------|N.C. A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year Lord Arlen's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowdAm "Come home with me, little MattyC Groves, come home with me tonightG Come home with me, little MattyEm Groves, and sleep with me tillAm light"Am "Oh, I can't come home, I won'tC come home and sleep with you tonightG By the rings on your fingers I canEm Am tell you are my master's wife"Am "But if I am Lord Arlen's wife,C Lord Arlen's not at homeG He is out in the far cornfieldsEm Am bringing the yearlings home"Am And a servant who was standing byC and hearing what was saidG He swore Lord Arlen he would knowEm Am before the sun would setAm And in his hurry to carry theC news, he bent his breast and ranG And when he came to the broadEm millstream, he took off his shoesAm and he swamContinúa después del anuncio[Picking Solo]AmCE|---0----0---------0----0-------- B|-----------1---------------1---- G|---2-----2--------2------2------ D|-------------------------------- A|-0----0---------0----0--------0- E|-------------------------------- E|-0-----0------------0----0-------- B|------------1-----------------1--- G|-2-------2----------0-------0----- D|---------------------------------- A|----0------------3-----3---------- E|---------------------------------- E|--0-----0-------| B|-------------1--| G|--0-------0-----| D|----------------| A|3----3----------| E|----------------| G Em E|---3-----3-----------0-----0--- B|--------------3---------------- G|---0-------0---------0-------0- D|------------------------------- A|------------------------------- E|-3----3-----------0-----0------ Am E|--------0------0----------0----0-- B|0------------------1-------------- G|--------2--------2--------2------- D|---------------------------------- A|------0-----0----------0-----0---- E|---------------------------------- -----------------| ---1-------------| 2----------------| -----------------| -----------------| -----------------|[Verse]Am Little Matty Groves, he lay downC and took a little sleepG When he awoke, Lord Arlen wasEm Am standing at his feetAm Saying "How do you like my featherC bed and how do you like my sheetsG Em How do you like my lady who liesAm in your arms asleep?"Am "Oh, well I like your feather bedC and well I like your sheetsG But better I like your lady gay whoEm Am lies in my arms asleep"Am "Well, get up, get up, " LordC Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you canG It'll never be said in fair EnglandEm Am that I slew a naked man"Am "Oh, I can't get up, I won't getC up, I can't get up for my lifeG For you have two long beaten swordsEm Am and I not a pocket knife"Am "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in theC purseG But you will have the better ofEm Am them and I will have the worseAm And you will strike the very firstC blow and strike it like a manG I will strike the very next blowEm Am and I'll kill you if I can"Am So Matty struck the very firstC blow and he hurt Lord Arlen soreG Lord Arlen struck the very nextEm Am blow and Matty struck no moreAm And then Lord Arlen took his wifeC and he sat her on his kneeG Saying "Who do you like the best ofEm Am us, Matty Groves or me?"Am And then up spoke his own dearC wife, never heard to speak so freeG "I'd rather kiss from dead Matty'sEm Am lips than you or your finery" [Picking Solo]AmCE|---0----0---------0----0-------- B|-----------1---------------1---- G|---2-----2--------2------2------ D|-------------------------------- A|-0----0---------0----0--------0- E|-------------------------------- E|-0-----0------------0----0-------- B|------------1-----------------1--- G|-2-------2----------0-------0----- D|---------------------------------- A|----0------------3-----3---------- E|---------------------------------- E|--0-----0-------| B|-------------1--| G|--0-------0-----| D|----------------| A|3----3----------| E|----------------| G Em E|---3-----3-----------0-----0--- B|--------------3---------------- G|---0-------0---------0-------0- D|------------------------------- A|------------------------------- E|-3----3-----------0-----0------ Am E|--------0------0----------0----0-- B|0------------------1-------------- G|--------2--------2--------2------- D|---------------------------------- A|------0-----0----------0-----0---- E|---------------------------------- -----------------| ---1-------------| 2----------------| -----------------| -----------------| -----------------|[Otro]Am Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudlyC he did bawlG He struck his wife right throughEm the heart and pinned her againstAm the wallAm "A grave, a grave, " Lord ArlenC cried, "to put these lovers inG But bury my lady at the top forEm Am she was of noble kin.