Chords for Kris Kristofferson - The Winner (Shel Silverstein tribute, 2010)
Tempo:
75.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
F#
B
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
Well, the hook of a man with a beer in his [E] hand
Looked like a drunk old fool
I knew if I hit him [A] right I could knock him off that stool
But everybody said, watch out, [D] that's Tiger Man cool
He's [E] had a whole lot of fights, he always come out [A] the winner
But I had myself about five too many [E] and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and faced the fact [A] he'd never stooped or bowed
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat
[D] And a hush fell on the crowd
I [E] said, let's you and me go outside and see [A] who's the winner
Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand [E] and he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
[A] My God, that man was tall
He said, boy, I see you're a scrapper
[D] So just before you fall
I'm [E] gonna tell you a little what it means to be a [A] winner
He said, you see these bright white smiling teeth
[E] You know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chiclets down [A] a street in San Antonio
But I left that person cursing, nursing [D] seven broken bones
[E] And he only broke three of mine, so I'm [A] the winner
He said, behind this grin I got a steel [E] pin that holds my jaw to the plate
Trophy of my most [A] successful motorcycle race
And every morning when I wig-touch [D] this scar across my face
[E] It reminds me of all I got by [A] being a winner
Now this broken back was the dying act [E] of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night [A] I stole his wife away
But that woman, she gets [Em] uglier to [D] mean her every day
But [E] I got her, boy, and that makes me [A] the winner
[G] [F#] I [B] got arthritic elbow, boy, [F#] I got dislocated knees
We're taking fights with [B] thunderstorms and charging in the trees
And my nose been broke so often I [E] might lose it if I sneeze
[F#] Son, you say you still wanna be [B] a winner
You gotta speak loud when you challenge your son
[F#] Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these [B] migraine pains
And this cauliflower ear
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine [E] I'd shed a happy tear
[F#] So think of all you'll get by [B] being a winner
Now as I kick in your family [F#] jewels you'll see my left leg cracked
And this jacket's kinda padded [B] up where my right shoulder sags
There's a special part of [F#m] me I [E] keep in this brown paper bag
[F#] And I'll show it to you if you wanna see [B] all of the winners
Now you remind me a lot of my younger [F#] days with your knuckles clenched and white
Boy, I'm gonna sit right [B] here and sip this beer all night
But there's something that you gotta [E] prove by winning some dumb fight
[F#] But okay, I quit, I lose, son, [B] you're the winner
So I stumbled from that bar room not [F#] so tall and not so proud
Behind me I could hear the hoot through [B] laughter from the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still [E] works and my teeth are still in my mouth
[F#] And you know I guess that makes [B] me the winner
Well, the hook of a man with a beer in his [E] hand
Looked like a drunk old fool
I knew if I hit him [A] right I could knock him off that stool
But everybody said, watch out, [D] that's Tiger Man cool
He's [E] had a whole lot of fights, he always come out [A] the winner
But I had myself about five too many [E] and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and faced the fact [A] he'd never stooped or bowed
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat
[D] And a hush fell on the crowd
I [E] said, let's you and me go outside and see [A] who's the winner
Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand [E] and he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
[A] My God, that man was tall
He said, boy, I see you're a scrapper
[D] So just before you fall
I'm [E] gonna tell you a little what it means to be a [A] winner
He said, you see these bright white smiling teeth
[E] You know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chiclets down [A] a street in San Antonio
But I left that person cursing, nursing [D] seven broken bones
[E] And he only broke three of mine, so I'm [A] the winner
He said, behind this grin I got a steel [E] pin that holds my jaw to the plate
Trophy of my most [A] successful motorcycle race
And every morning when I wig-touch [D] this scar across my face
[E] It reminds me of all I got by [A] being a winner
Now this broken back was the dying act [E] of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night [A] I stole his wife away
But that woman, she gets [Em] uglier to [D] mean her every day
But [E] I got her, boy, and that makes me [A] the winner
[G] [F#] I [B] got arthritic elbow, boy, [F#] I got dislocated knees
We're taking fights with [B] thunderstorms and charging in the trees
And my nose been broke so often I [E] might lose it if I sneeze
[F#] Son, you say you still wanna be [B] a winner
You gotta speak loud when you challenge your son
[F#] Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these [B] migraine pains
And this cauliflower ear
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine [E] I'd shed a happy tear
[F#] So think of all you'll get by [B] being a winner
Now as I kick in your family [F#] jewels you'll see my left leg cracked
And this jacket's kinda padded [B] up where my right shoulder sags
There's a special part of [F#m] me I [E] keep in this brown paper bag
[F#] And I'll show it to you if you wanna see [B] all of the winners
Now you remind me a lot of my younger [F#] days with your knuckles clenched and white
Boy, I'm gonna sit right [B] here and sip this beer all night
But there's something that you gotta [E] prove by winning some dumb fight
[F#] But okay, I quit, I lose, son, [B] you're the winner
So I stumbled from that bar room not [F#] so tall and not so proud
Behind me I could hear the hoot through [B] laughter from the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still [E] works and my teeth are still in my mouth
[F#] And you know I guess that makes [B] me the winner
Key:
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the hook of a man with a beer in his [E] hand
Looked like a drunk old fool
I knew if I hit him [A] right I could knock him off that stool
But everybody said, watch out, [D] that's Tiger Man cool
He's [E] had a whole lot of fights, he always come out [A] the winner _
But I had myself about five too many [E] and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and faced the fact [A] he'd never stooped or bowed
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat
[D] And a hush fell on the crowd
I [E] said, let's you and me go outside and see [A] who's the winner _
Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand [E] and he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
[A] My God, that man was tall
He said, boy, I see you're a scrapper
[D] So just before you fall
I'm [E] gonna tell you a little what it means to be a [A] winner _
He said, you see these bright white smiling teeth
[E] You know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chiclets down [A] a street in San Antonio
But I left that person cursing, nursing [D] seven broken bones
[E] And he only broke three of mine, so I'm [A] the winner _
He said, behind this grin I got a steel [E] pin that holds my jaw to the plate
_ Trophy of my most [A] successful motorcycle race
And every morning when I wig-touch [D] this scar across my face
[E] It reminds me of all I got by [A] being a winner _
Now this broken back was the dying act [E] of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night [A] I stole his wife away
But that woman, she gets [Em] uglier to [D] mean her every day
But [E] I got her, boy, and that makes me [A] the winner
[G] [F#] I _ [B] _ _ _ got arthritic elbow, boy, [F#] I got dislocated knees
We're taking fights with [B] thunderstorms and charging in the trees
And my nose been broke so often I [E] might lose it if I sneeze
[F#] Son, you say you still wanna be [B] a winner
_ _ You gotta speak loud when you challenge your son
[F#] Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these [B] migraine pains
And this cauliflower ear
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine [E] I'd shed a happy tear
_ [F#] So think of all you'll get by [B] being a winner
_ Now as I kick in your family [F#] jewels you'll see my left leg cracked
And this jacket's kinda padded [B] up where my right shoulder sags
There's a special part of [F#m] me I [E] keep in this brown paper bag
[F#] And I'll show it to you if you wanna see [B] all of the winners
Now you remind me a lot of my younger [F#] days with your knuckles clenched and white
Boy, I'm gonna sit right [B] here and sip this beer all night
But there's something that you gotta [E] prove by winning some dumb fight
[F#] But okay, I quit, I lose, son, [B] you're the winner
So I stumbled from that bar room not [F#] so tall and not so proud
Behind me I could hear the hoot through [B] laughter from the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still [E] works and my teeth are still in my mouth
[F#] And you know I guess that makes [B] me the winner _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, the hook of a man with a beer in his [E] hand
Looked like a drunk old fool
I knew if I hit him [A] right I could knock him off that stool
But everybody said, watch out, [D] that's Tiger Man cool
He's [E] had a whole lot of fights, he always come out [A] the winner _
But I had myself about five too many [E] and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and faced the fact [A] he'd never stooped or bowed
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat
[D] And a hush fell on the crowd
I [E] said, let's you and me go outside and see [A] who's the winner _
Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand [E] and he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
[A] My God, that man was tall
He said, boy, I see you're a scrapper
[D] So just before you fall
I'm [E] gonna tell you a little what it means to be a [A] winner _
He said, you see these bright white smiling teeth
[E] You know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chiclets down [A] a street in San Antonio
But I left that person cursing, nursing [D] seven broken bones
[E] And he only broke three of mine, so I'm [A] the winner _
He said, behind this grin I got a steel [E] pin that holds my jaw to the plate
_ Trophy of my most [A] successful motorcycle race
And every morning when I wig-touch [D] this scar across my face
[E] It reminds me of all I got by [A] being a winner _
Now this broken back was the dying act [E] of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night [A] I stole his wife away
But that woman, she gets [Em] uglier to [D] mean her every day
But [E] I got her, boy, and that makes me [A] the winner
[G] [F#] I _ [B] _ _ _ got arthritic elbow, boy, [F#] I got dislocated knees
We're taking fights with [B] thunderstorms and charging in the trees
And my nose been broke so often I [E] might lose it if I sneeze
[F#] Son, you say you still wanna be [B] a winner
_ _ You gotta speak loud when you challenge your son
[F#] Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these [B] migraine pains
And this cauliflower ear
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine [E] I'd shed a happy tear
_ [F#] So think of all you'll get by [B] being a winner
_ Now as I kick in your family [F#] jewels you'll see my left leg cracked
And this jacket's kinda padded [B] up where my right shoulder sags
There's a special part of [F#m] me I [E] keep in this brown paper bag
[F#] And I'll show it to you if you wanna see [B] all of the winners
Now you remind me a lot of my younger [F#] days with your knuckles clenched and white
Boy, I'm gonna sit right [B] here and sip this beer all night
But there's something that you gotta [E] prove by winning some dumb fight
[F#] But okay, I quit, I lose, son, [B] you're the winner
So I stumbled from that bar room not [F#] so tall and not so proud
Behind me I could hear the hoot through [B] laughter from the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still [E] works and my teeth are still in my mouth
[F#] And you know I guess that makes [B] me the winner _ _ _ _ _ _ _