Bobby Bare - The Winner guitar chord

The (C)hulk of a man with a beer in is hand, looked (Glike a drunk old fool

And I knew if I hit him right, why I could (C)knock him off-a that stool

But ever'body they said "Watch out, Hey, that's (F)Tiger Man McCool"

He's had a (G)whole lot of fights and he's always come out a (C)WINNER

(G)Yea!, he's A (C)WINNER.

But I'd 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 and 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 smiling 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, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine, that makes me THE WINNER."

He said "Now 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 dying 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 (C)WINNER

Change to ...(D)

(D)He said "You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son 'cause it's (A)hard for me to hear

With this twisted neck and these migrane pains and this (D)big old cauliflower ear

And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine, why, I'd (G)shed a happy tear

To (A)think of all you're gonna get by being A (D)WINNER."

I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son, I got dislocated knees

From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees

And my nose's been broke so often, I might lose it 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, OK, I quit, I lose, you're 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.