Авторы: Shel Silverstein
C The hulk of a man with a beer in is hand G Looked like a drunk old fool And I knew if I hit him right C Why I could knock him off-a that stool But ever'body they said Watch out, F Hey, that's Tiger Man McCool G He's had a whole lot of fights C And he's always come out a winner G C Yea!, he's a winner. C But I'd had myself about five too many G And I walked up tall and proud I faced his back and I faced the fact C That he had never stooped or bowed I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat F And a hush fell on the crowd G I said let's you and me go outside and see C Who's a winner. C Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand G And he braced against the wall He slowly looked up from his beer C My God, that man was tall He said boy, I see you're a scrapper F So just before you fall G I'm gonna tell you just a little C 'Bout what it means to be a winner. C He said Now you see these bright white smiling teeth G You know they ain't my own Mine rolled away like chiclets C Down the street in San Antone But I left that person, cursin' F Nursin' seven broken bones G And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine C That makes me the winner. C He said Now behind this grin, I got steel pins G That holds my jaw in place A trophy of my most 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 C by being a winner. C Now this broken back was a dying act G Of a handsome Harry Clay That sticky Cincinnati night C I stole his wife away But that woman she gets uglier F And she gets meaner every day G But I got her, boy C that's what makes me a winner Change to ...[D] D He said You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son A 'Cause it's hard for me to hear With this twisted neck and these migrane 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 A To think of all you're gonna get D By being a winner. D I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son A I got dislocated knees From pickin' fights with thunderstorms D And chargin' into trees And my nose's been broke so often G I might lose it if I sneeze A And son, you say you D still wanna be a winner. D Now you remind me a lot of my younger days A With your knuckles a-clenchin' white But boy, I'm gonna sit right here D And sip this beer all night And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove G by winnin' some silly fight A Well, OK, I quit, I lose D You're the winner. D Oh, I stumbled from that barroom A Not so tall and not so proud And behind me I still hear D the hoots and laughter of the crowd But my eyes still see and my nose still works G And my teeth are still in my mouth A And you know, I guess that D Makes me the winner.