Chords for Alela Diane - Matty Groves

_ _ _ [B] One's a traditional [Bm] song, called Matty Groves.
Yeah!
_ _ _ Matty Groves.
_ _ _ _ _ _ A holiday, a holiday, first one of the year.
Lord Arthur's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear.
And in the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
and that she saw that Matty Groves was a man of faith. _ _ _ _ _ _
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And [D] she said, I'm going to be a minister, I'm going to be a minister,
I'm going to be a minister, I'm going to be a minister,
I'm going to be a minister, I'm going to be a minister,
[A] He is out in the park one field, springing the [Bm] evening's home.
And a servant who was standing by, and hearing [D] what was said,
He [A] squatted on, he would [A] roam, before the [Bm] sun would set.
And in his parade he carried the news, he bent his [D] breast and ran.
And [A] when he came to the broad little stream, he took off his shoes [Bm] and ran.
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little [D] sleep.
When he [A] awoke, Lord Arthur was standing at [B] his feet,
Saying, how do you like my feather bed, and how do you like [D] my sheets?
How do [A] you like it, lady, you like your own [B] dustbin?
Oh, well, I like your feather bed, and well, I like [D] your sheets.
But better [A] not like it, lady, you like my [Bm] dustbin.
Well, get up, get up, Lord Arthur cried, get up as quick as [D] you can.
It'll never [A] be said again that I swindled [Bm] you.
I can't get up, I won't get up, [C#] I can't get up for [D] my life.
For you [A] have two long beating swords, and I'm not a [Bm] pocket knife.
Well, I have two beating swords, and they call [D] me Jason the First.
But you [A] will have the better of them, and I will have [Bm] the worst.
_ This time, the very first throw, I strike it like [D] a man.
And I [A] will strike the very next throw, and I'll kill you if [B] I can.
[Bm] Oh, don't matter, the very first throw, either [D] Lord Arthur's sword,
Lord Arthur [A] struck the very next throw, and that struck no [Bm] more.
And then Lord Arthur took his wife and sat her on his [D] knee.
Said, who [A] do you like better, Annie Crow or [Bm] Donny?
And you know, the story is only one, and the rest [D] is sweet, so free.
I'd rather kiss from dead, laddie, than you or your final [Bm] knee.
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_ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] Lord Arthur, he jumped up and loudly [D] he did fall.
He struck his [A] wife right through the heart and tender [Bm] against the wall.
The brave and brave Lord Arthur cried, for [D] peace, love, and men.
[E] But there was a lady [A] at the top, and she was a noble soul.
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