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CThe hulk of a man with a beer in is hand GLooked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right
Why I couldC knock him off-a that stool But ever'body they said Watch out, Hey, that'sF Tiger Man McCool He's had aG whole lot of fights And he's always come out a Cwinner
GYea!, he's aC winner.
CBut I'd had myself about five too many GAnd I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact
That he had nCever stooped or bowed I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat And a hFush fell on the crowd I said let's Gyou and me go outside and see Who's a wCinner.
CWell, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand GAnd he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
My GCod, that man was tall He said boy, I see you're a scrapper So just before you fFall I'm gonna Gtell you just a little 'Bout what it means to be a Cwinner.
CHe said Now you see these bright white smiling teeth GYou know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chiclets
Down the Cstreet in San Antone But I left that person, cursin' Nursin' seven broken bonFes And he, uh, only broke, uh, Gthree of mine That makes me the Cwinner.
CHe said Now behind this grin, I got steel pins GThat holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful
MotCorcycle race And each morning when I wake and touch This sFcar across my face It reGminds me of all I got by being a Cwinner.
CNow this broken back was a dying act GOf a handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night
I stCole his wife away But that woman she gets uglier And she gets mFeaner every day But I Ggot her, boy that's what makes me a wCinner
Change to ...D
DHe said You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son 'Cause it'sA hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migrane pains
And this Dbig old cauliflower ear And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine Why, I'd Gshed a happy tear To Athink of all you're gonna get By being aD winner.
DI got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son I got diAslocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms
And cDhargin' into trees And my nose's been broke so often I might Glose it if I sneeze And sAon, you say you still wanna be a Dwinner.
DNow you remind me a lot of my younger days With your knAuckles a-clenchin' white
But boy, I'm gonna sit right here
And sDip this beer all night And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove by wGinnin' some silly fight Well, AOK, I quit, I lose You're the wDinner.
DOh, I stumbled from that barroom Not so Atall and not so proud
And behind me I still hear
the hoDots and laughter of the crowd But my eyes still see and my nose still works And my Gteeth are still in my mouth And you Aknow, I guess that Makes me the Dwinner.