歌曲名 The Winner

歌手名 Bobby Bare

作词：Shel Silverstein

作曲：Shel Silverstein

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand

He looked like a drunk old fool

And I knew if I hit him right

Why I could knock him off of that stool

But everybody they said watch out hey

That's the Tiger Man McCool

He's had the whole lotta fights

And he's always come out winner yeah

He's a winner

But I 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 the winner

Well he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand

Then 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 about

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 cursing

Nursing seven broken bones

And he only broke ah three of mine

That makes me the winner

He said now behind this grin I got a steel pin

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 bein' a winner

Now this broken back was

The 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 winner

He said you gotta speak loud

When you challenge me son cause

It's hard for me to hear

With this twisted neck

And these migraine pains

And this big ole cauliflower ear

And if it wouldn't for this glass eye of mine

Why I'd she'd a happy tear

To think of all that

You gonna get by being a winner

I got arthritic elbows boy

I got dislocated knees

From picking fights with thunderstorms

And charging into trees

And my nose been broke so often

I might lose if I sneeze

And son you say

You still wanna be a winner

Now you remind me a lotta

My younger days with your knuckles

A clenching white

But boy I'm gonna sit right here

And sip this beer all night

And if there's something that you gotta gain

To prove by winning some silly fight

Well okay I quit I lose you're the winner

So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall

And not so proud

And behind me

I still hear the hoots of laughter of the crowd

But my eyes still see and my nose still works

And my teeth're still in my mouth

And you know

I guess that makes me the winner