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Bobby Bare - The Winner lyrics
The Winner The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool And I knew if I hit him right, why I could knock him off a that stool But everybody they said, âWatch out, hey thatâs Tiger Man McCool Heâs had a whole lot of fights, and heâs always come out a winner.â Yeah, heâs a winner But Iâd 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, âTiger Man, youâre a pussycatâ, and a hush fell on the crowd I said letâs you and me go outside and see whoâs a winner Well he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand and he braced against the wall He slowly looked up from his beer, my God that man was tall He said, âBoy, I see youâre a scrapper, so just before you fall Iâm gonna tell you just a little, âbout what it means to be a winner.â He said, âNow you see these bright white smiling teeth, you know they ainât my own Mine rolled away like Chiclets down the street in San Antone But I left that person, cursinâ, nursinâ seven broken bones And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine That makes me the winner He said, âNow behind this grin I got steel pins, 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 being a winner Now this broken back was a dyinâ act of a handsome Harry Clay That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away But that woman she gets uglier, and she gets meaner every day But I got her, boy, and that make me a winner He said, âYou gotta speak loud when you challenge me, son âCause itâs hard for me to hear With this twisted neck and these migraine pains And this big old cauliflower ear And if it wasnât for this glass eye of mine, why Iâd shed a happy tear To think of all your gonna get by being a winner I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son I got dislocated knees From picking fights with thunderstorms and charginâ into trees And my noseâs been broken so often, I might lose it if I sneeze And son, you say you still wanna be a winner? Now you remind me of my younger days with your knuckles a-clenchinâ white But boy, Iâm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night And if thereâs somethinâ that you gotta gain or prove By winning some silly fight Well, OK, I quit, I lose, youâre the winner Oh, I stumbled from that barroom, not so tall and not so proud And behind me I still hear the hoots and 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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