Bobby Bare - 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, why, I could knock him off of that stool But everybody they said watch out, hey, that's the Tiger Man McCool He's had the whole lotta fights and he's always come out 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 p**ycat and a hush fell on the crowd I said, let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner. Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand then he braced against the wall He slowly looked up from his beer, 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 Chicklets down the street in San Antone But I left that person cursin', nursin' seven broken bones And he only broke ah three of mine, 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 the dyin' 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, 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 gla** 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 lotta 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 to 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're still in my mouth And you know I guess that makes me the winner...