The Winner
Michael TrentVersion1
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Well I'm going through the motions
Seems it happens every night of every week
Well it's an ever running cycle
And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak
Well my mind becomes a freight train
And it never lets me get no decent sleep
Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change
And my heart it starts a pounding
Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins
I never dream of nothin pleasant
I'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stage
Well the west coast was a desert
And New York City black
So I spent some time in Carolina
Make my money back
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
Well there's this busy little corner
Half a mile down the road from where I live
Where all these beautiful women
Work the sidewalk for a little take and give
Oh it's like an escalator walkway
I just mind my own business, make sure my money's hid
Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day
When he gets off from work
He asks for Georgia cuz she's special,
She reminds him he's a man he has worth
Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's honest
Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth
Well the west coast was a desert
And New York City black
So I spent some time in Carolina
Make my money back
There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
So if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark
You leave the cartoon color legacy or a common watermark
We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us
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Readable chord sheet for The Winner by Michael Trent
[C] [G] [C]Well I'm going through the motions Seems it happens every night of every [F]week Well it's an ever running cycle And the chance of breakin out of it seems[C] weak Well my [G]mind becomes a freight train And it [F]never lets me get no decent [C]sleep [C]Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot [F]change And my heart it starts a pounding Messing up the way the blood goes through my[C] veins I never [G]dream of nothin pleasant I'm always [F]lost or gettin booed off of the [C]stage [F]Well the west coast was a desert And [C]New York City black So I [G]spent some time in Carolina [C]Make my money back There's a [F]trail of blood that trickles down from [C]Denver to the sea And if [G]that ones for the winner, this one must be for [C]me Well there's this [C]busy little corner Half a mile down the road from where I [F]live Where all these beautiful women Work the sidewalk for a little take and [C]give Oh it's like an [G]escalator walkway I just [F]mind my own business, make sure my money's hi[C]d Well I got this [C]friend, he takes his money down there every day When he gets off from [F]work He asks for Georgia cuz she's special, She reminds him he's a man he has [C]worth Oh but I don't [G]judge him cuz he's honest Which is [F]more'n I can say I've been since[C] birth Well the [F]west coast was a desert And [C]New York City black So I [G]spent some time in Carolina [C]Make my money back There's a [F]trail of blood that trickles down from [C]Denver to the sea And if [G]that ones for the winner, this one must be for [C]me So if you're [F]led into a wasteland or made to [C]stumble through the dark You leave the [G]cartoon color legacy or a [C7]common watermark We [F]always back the underdog because he's the [C]only one we trust And if t[G]hat ones for the winner, this one must be for [C]us