C G
The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand, looked like a drunk old fool
C
And I knew if I hit him right, why I could knock him off-a that stool
C7 F
But ever'body they said "Watch out, Hey, that's tiger Man McCool"
G C
He's had a whole lot of fights and he's always come out a WINNER
Yea!, he's WINNER.
G run C G
But I'd had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and proud
C
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had never stooped or bowed
C7 F
I said, "Tiger Man, you're a p***ycat" and a hush fell on the crowd
G C
I said let's you and me go outside and see who's A WINNER.
G run C G
Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand and he braced against the wall
C
He slowly looked up from his beer, My God, that man was tall
C7 F
He said boy, I see you're a scr*pper so just before you fall
G C
I'm gonna tell you just a little 'bout what it means to be A WINNER.
G run C G
He said "Now you see these bright white smiling teeth, you know they ain't my own
C
Mine rolled away like Chiclets down the street in San Antone
C7 F
But I left that person, cursin', nursin' seven broken bones
G C
And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine, that makes me THE WINNER."
G run C G
He said "Now behind this grin, I got steel pins that holds my jaw in place
C
A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race
C7 F
And each morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face
G C
It reminds me of all I got by being A WINNER."
G run C G
"Now this broken back was a dying act of a handsome Harry Clay
C
That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away
C7 F
But that woman she gets uglier and she gets meaner every day
G C
But I got her, boy 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
D
With this twisted neck and these migrane pains and this big old cauliflower ear
D7 G
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine, why, I'd shed a happy tear
A D
To think of all you're gonna get by being A WINNER."
A run D A
I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son, I got dislocated knees
D
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees
D7 G
And my nose's been broke so often, I might lose it if I sneeze
A D
And son, you say you still wanna be A WINNER."
A run D A
"Now you remind me a lot of my younger days with your knuckles a-clenchin' white
D
But boy, I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night
D7 G
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove by winnin' some silly fight
A D
Well, OK, I quit, I lose, you're THE WINNER."
A run D A
Oh, I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud
D
And behind me I still hear the hoots and laughter of the crowd
D7 G
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth are still in my mouth
A G
And you know, I guess that makes me THE WINNER.
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