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The Winner

Bobby Bare

Traditional Country

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The Winner
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Bare
Bobby Bare
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Bare
Bobby Bare
Producer

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" 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
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein, Silverstein Shel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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