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The hulk of a man with a beer in is hand 
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Looked like a drunk old fool 

And I knew if I hit him right 
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Why I could knock him off-a that stool 

But ever'body they said Watch out, 
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Hey, that's Tiger Man McCool 
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He's had a whole lot of fights 
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And he's always come out a winner 


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Yea!, he's a winner. 


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But I'd had myself about five too many 
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And I walked up tall and proud 

I faced his back and I faced the fact 
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That he had never stooped or bowed 

I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat 
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And a hush fell on the crowd 
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I said let's you and me go outside and see 
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Who's a winner. 

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Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand 
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And he braced against the wall 

He slowly looked up from his beer 
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My God, that man was tall 

He said boy, I see you're a scrapper 
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So just before you fall 
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I'm gonna tell you just a little 
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'Bout what it means to be a winner. 

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He said Now you see these bright white smiling teeth 
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You know they ain't my own 

Mine rolled away like chiclets 
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Down the street in San Antone 

But I left that person, cursin' 
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Nursin' seven broken bones 
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And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine 
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That makes me the winner. 

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He said Now behind this grin, I got steel pins 
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That holds my jaw in place 

A trophy of my most successful 
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Motorcycle race 

And each morning when I wake and touch 
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This scar across my face 
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It reminds me of all I got 
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by being a winner. 

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Now this broken back was a dying act 
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Of a handsome Harry Clay 

That sticky Cincinnati night 
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I stole his wife away 

But that woman she gets uglier 
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And she gets meaner every day 
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But I got her, boy 
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that's what makes me a winner 


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He said You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son 
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'Cause it's hard for me to hear 

With this twisted neck and these migrane pains 
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And this big old cauliflower ear 

And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine 
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Why, I'd shed a happy tear 
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To think of all you're gonna get 
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By being a winner. 

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

From pickin' fights with thunderstorms 
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And chargin' into trees 

And my nose's been broke so often 
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I might lose it if I sneeze 
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And son, you say you 
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still wanna be a winner. 

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Now you remind me a lot of my younger days 
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With your knuckles a-clenchin' white 

But boy, I'm gonna sit right here 
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And sip this beer all night 

And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove 
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by winnin' some silly fight 
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Well, OK, I quit, I lose 
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You're the winner. 

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Oh, I stumbled from that barroom 
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Not so tall and not so proud 

And behind me I still hear 
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the hoots and laughter of the crowd 

But my eyes still see and my nose still works 
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And my teeth are still in my mouth 
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And you know, I guess that 
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Makes me the winner.