The Winner

Lyrics

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

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Duration
05:20
Key
7
Tempo
129 BPM

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