Biography:
Bobby Bare (born Robert Joseph Bare on April 7, 1935 in Ironton, Ohio) is an American country music singer and songwriter.
In the fifties after many failed attempts to sell his songs, he finally was signed up with Capitol Records and recorded a few rock and roll songs without much chart success. Just before he was drafted into the Army, he wrote a song called 'The All American Boy' and did a demo for his friend, Bill Parsons, to learn and record it.
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Other songs:
- Tequila Sheila
- 500 Miles Away From Home
- A Little Bit Later On Down The Line
- Alimony
- All American Boy
- All The Good Times Are Past And Gone
- Amarillo Highway
- Baby Dont Believe Him
- Big Dupree
- Book Of Love
- Brian Hennessey
- Calgary Snow
- Candy Coated Kisses
- Charleston Railroad
- Chester
- Christmas Time At Grandmas House
- Coal River
- Come Kiss Me Love
- Come On Home And Sing The Blues To Daddy
- Come Sundown
- Cowboy And The Poet Faster Horses
- Cowboys And Daddys
- Daddy What If
- Dear Wastebasket
- Detroit City
- Dont It Make You Wanna Go Home
- Dont Think Twice Its Alright
- Down In Mexico
- Down To My Last Come And Get Me
- Drinking From The Bottle
- Drop Kick Me Jesus
- Dropping Out Of Sight
- Find Out Whats Happening
- Five Hundred Miles
- Game Of Triangles
- Gods Were Angry With Me
- Greasy Grit Gravy
- Hard Time Hungrys
- Have I Stayed Away Too Long
- Heaven Help My Soul
- Hes A Cowboy
- High Plains Jamboree
- Hillbilly Hell
- Homecoming
- How About You
- I Dont Believe Ill Fall In Love Today
- I Hate Goodbyes
- I Love An Old Fashioned Christmas
- I Never Went To Bed With An Ugly Woman
- I Took A Memory For Lunch
- I Took A Memory To Lunch
- I Wonder Where You Are Tonight
- Id Fight The World
- If You Aint Got Nothing
- Im A Long Way From Home
- Im Gettin Lonely
- Im Not A Candle In The Wind
- In The Hills Of Shiloh
- It All Depends On Linda
- Last Dance At The Old Texas Moon
- Lemon Tree
- Little Bit Later On Down The Line
- Long Way To Tennessee
- Lost In Millers Cave
- Margies At The Lincoln Park Inn
- Marie Laveau
- Mrs Jones Your Daughter Cried All Night
- Numbers
- Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back
- Passin Through
- Please Dont Tell Me How The Story Ends
- Please Dont Tell Me Till The Story Ends
- Pretty Painted Ladies
- Rosalies Good Eats Cafe
- Rough On The Living
- Shame On Me
- She My Ever Lovin Machine
- Song Of The South
- Speckled Pony
- Thats How I Got To Memphis
- The Jogger
- The Mermaid
- The Mermaid Song
- The Stranger
- The Winner
- Things Change
- To Whom It May Concern
- Try To Remember
- Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother
- What Am I Gonna Do Girl
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Looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right
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Why I could knock him off-a that stool
But ever'body they said Watch out,
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Hey, that's Tiger Man McCool
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He's had a whole lot of fights
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And he's always come out a winner
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Yea!, he's a winner.
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And I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact
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That he had never stooped or bowed
I said, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat
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And a hush fell on the crowd
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I said let's you and me go outside and see
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Who's a winner.
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Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand
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And he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
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My God, that man was tall
He said boy, I see you're a scrapper
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So just before you fall
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I'm gonna tell you just a little
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'Bout what it means to be a winner.
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He said Now you see these bright white smiling teeth
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You know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chiclets
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Down the street in San Antone
But I left that person, cursin'
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Nursin' seven broken bones
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And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine
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That makes me the winner.
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He said Now behind this grin, I got steel pins
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That holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful
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Motorcycle race
And each morning when I wake and touch
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This scar across my face
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It reminds me of all I got
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by being a winner.
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Now this broken back was a dying act
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Of a handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night
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I stole his wife away
But that woman she gets uglier
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And she gets meaner every day
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But I got her, boy
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that's what makes me a winner
Change to ...[D]
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He said You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son
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'Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migrane pains
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And this big old cauliflower ear
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine
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Why, I'd shed a happy tear
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To think of all you're gonna get
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By being a winner.
D
I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son
A
I got dislocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms
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And chargin' into trees
And my nose's been broke so often
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I might lose it if I sneeze
A
And son, you say you
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still wanna be a winner.
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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
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And sip this beer all night
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove
G
by winnin' some silly fight
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Well, OK, I quit, I lose
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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
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the hoots and laughter of the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works
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And my teeth are still in my mouth
A
And you know, I guess that
D
Makes me the winner.
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.
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