文本歌词

The Winner (赢家) - Kris Kristofferson (克里斯·克里斯托佛森)
Well the hulk of a man with a beer in his hand
Looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew that if I hit him right
I could knock him off that stool
But everybody said "Watch out that's Tiger Man McCool
He's had a whole lot of fights
He always come out the winner
But I'd had myself about five too many
And I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he'd 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 and 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 what a means to be a winner "
He said "You see these bright white smiling teeth you know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like Chiclets down a street in San Antone
But I left that person cursing nursing seven broken bones
And he only broke three of mine so I am the winner
He said "Behind his grin I got a steel pin that holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race
And every morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by being a winner
Now my broken back was the dying act of handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnatti night I stole his wife away
But that woman she gets uglier and meaner every day
But I got her boy and that's what makes me a winner
I got arthuritic 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 it if I sneeze
Son you say you still wanna be a winner
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 cauliflower ear
'N' if it weren't for this glass eye of mine I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all you'll get by being a winner
Now as I kick in your family jewels you see my left leg drags
This jacket's kinda padded up where my right shoulder sags
And there's a special part of me I keep in this paper bag
And I'll show it to you if you want to see all of the winner
Now you remind me a lot of my younger days with your knuckles clenching white
Boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night
There's something let you gotta prove by winning some silly fight
OK I quit I lose son you're the winner
So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud
And behind me I could hear the hoots of laughter from the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth are still in my mouth
And you know I guess that makes me a winner