The Winner chords

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_ A huck of a man with a beer in his hand, G he looked like a drunk old fool.
_ And I knew if I hit him right, C I could knock him off of that stool.
_ _ But everybody, they said, watch out, F hey, that's Tiger Man McCool.
_ C# He's had G a whole lot of fights, and he's always come out C winner.
_ Yeah, he's a winner.
_ But I had myself about five too many, and G I walked up tall and proud.
_ _ I faced his back, and I faced the fact that he C had never snooped or bowed.
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat, F and a huss-pal on the crowd.
I said, G let's you and me go outside and see C who's a winner.
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Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand, G and he braced against the wall.
_ He slowly looked up from his beer, and C my God, that man was tall.
_ He said, boy, I see you're a scrabbler, _ _ F so just before you fall,.
I'm G going to tell you just a little about what it means C to be a winner.
He _ said, now you see these bright white smiling teeth, G you know they ain't mine.
_ Mine rolled away like chiclets down C the street in San Antonio.
_ But I left that person cursing, nursing F seven _ broken bones, _ G and he only broke three of mine.
C That makes me the winner.
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He said, now behind this grin, I got a steel pin G that holds my jaw in place,.
Am _ G a trophy of my most Em successful C _ _ motorcycle race.
And each morning when I wake and touch F this scar across my face,.
G it reminds me of all I got by C being a winner.
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_ Now this broken back was a dying act G of a handsome hairy clay.
_ That sticky, scentsy, nighty night C I stole his wife away.
But that woman, she gets uglier, and F she gets meaner every day.
_ But G I got her, boy, and that's what makes me C a winner.
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He said, you got to speak loud when you challenge me, son,.
A because it's hard for me to hear with this twisted neck and these migraine pains.
D and this big old cauliflower ear.
_ And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine, G why, I'd shed a happy tear.
to _ A think of all that you're going to get by D being a winner.
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_ I got off and ride a cowboy, boy, A I got _ _ dislocated knees.
from picking fights with _ _ D thunderstorms and _ charging into trees.
_ And my nose been broke so awful, _ G I might lose it if I sneeze.
A And son, you say you still want to D be a winner.
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Now you remind me a lot of my younger days A with your knuckle _ -crenching wife.
_ But boy, I'm going to sit right here D and sip this beer all night.
And if there's something that you got to gain through G by winning some silly fight,.
_ A well, okay, I quit.
I lose.
D You're the winner.
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_ So I stumbled from that bar room not so A tall and not so proud.
_ And behind me I still hear the hoots D and laughter of the crowd.
But my eyes still see and my nose still works G and my teeth are still in my mouth.
And A you know, I guess that makes me D the winner.
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