The Winner
by Gary McMahan
As performed by Chris LeDoux
Transcribed by Ken Bennett (cowboy@laughlin.net)
D A
When he was a boy dreamed of beinā a man
G D
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
Bm
Heās a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider
D A D
An all-around hell of a hand
Chorus
D A
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
G D
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
Bm
And thereās rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs
D A D
On the road to the big rodeo
Well the chutes are all loaded, the riggins are set
Lord, the cowboyās ready to ride
Well itās pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
Thereāll be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute eight, heās a kickinā the gate
Lord, heās big and heās hard and heās crazy
And the chute boss is a hollerinā
ćCome on boys, get on Īem. Iām commencinā to think youāre all lazyä
Chorus
Instrumental riff
With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued
Itās like ridinā some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinninā, the cowboyās a grinninā
Doinā fine there in all the commotion
The crowdās on its feet, the whistle she blows
And the pick-up men rush to his side
As they pull him away, he hears one of them say
ćLooks to me like a winninā rideä
Chorus (with change)
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And itās all cominā true, right in front of his eyes
ĪCuz heās the feller who won the big rodeo
