The Winner

C The Winner, Bobby Bare

C
The hulk of a man with a beer in is hand
G
Looked like a drunk old fool
 
And I knew if I hit him right
           C
Why I could knock him off-a that stool
 
But ever'body they said Watch out,
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Hey, that's Tiger Man McCool
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He's had a whole lot of fights
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And he's always come out a winner
 
 
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Yea!, he's a winner.
 
 
C
But I'd had myself about five too many
G
And I walked up tall and proud
 
I faced his back and I faced the fact
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That he had never stooped or bowed
 
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat
       F
And a hush fell on the crowd
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I said let's you and me go outside and see
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Who's a winner.
 
C
Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand
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And he braced against the wall
 
He slowly looked up from his beer
    C
My God, that man was tall
 
He said boy, I see you're a scrapper
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So just before you fall
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I'm gonna tell you just a little
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'Bout what it means to be a winner.
 
C
He said Now you see these bright white smiling teeth
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You know they ain't my own
 
Mine rolled away like chiclets
         C
Down the street in San Antone
 
But I left that person, cursin'
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Nursin' seven broken bones
                            G
And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine
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That makes me the winner.
 
C
He said Now behind this grin, I got steel pins
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That holds my jaw in place
 
A trophy of my most successful
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Motorcycle race
 
And each morning when I wake and touch
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This scar across my face
     G
It reminds me of all I got
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by being a winner.
 
C
Now this broken back was a dying act
G
Of a handsome Harry Clay
 
That sticky Cincinnati night
    C
I stole his wife away
 
But that woman she gets uglier
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And she gets meaner every day
      G
But I got her, boy
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that's what makes me a winner
 
 
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D
He said You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son
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'Cause it's hard for me to hear
 
With this twisted neck and these migrane pains
         D
And this big old cauliflower ear
 
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine
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Why, I'd shed a happy tear
   A
To think of all you're gonna get
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By being a winner.
 
D
I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son
        A
I got dislocated knees
 
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms
     D
And chargin' into trees
 
And my nose's been broke so often
        G
I might lose it if I sneeze
     A
And son, you say you
                 D
still wanna be a winner.
 
D
Now you remind me a lot of my younger days
            A
With your knuckles a-clenchin' white
 
But boy, I'm gonna sit right here
     D
And sip this beer all night
 
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove
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by winnin' some silly fight
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Well, OK, I quit, I lose
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You're the winner.
 
D
Oh, I stumbled from that barroom
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Not so tall and not so proud
 
And behind me I still hear
      D
the hoots and laughter of the crowd
 
But my eyes still see and my nose still works
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And my teeth are still in my mouth
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And you know, I guess that
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Makes me the winner.