Winner
Written by: Tony Castricone (2015)
I’ve been trying all my life, but I’ve never won a thing
Always last place at 4H, played Little League on lousy teams
And every poker table steals my bottom dime
I lose every scratch off ticket, sometimes I lose my mind
What’s a guy like me doing with a girl like you?
With every smile from you
I’ve got nothing left to prove
With every touch of your sweet love
Baby, what you do
is take an all-messed-up
down-on-his-luck sinner
And turn him into a winner
I dreamed of pitching in Game Seven ’til I threw my shoulder out
But that’s already, ’cause every night, I’ve got you sleeping on it now
And I don’t need no checkered flag, don’t need no title belt
I’d rather have you wrapped around me, because I start to melt
With every smile from you
I’ve got nothing left to prove
With every touch of your sweet love
Baby, what you do
is take an all-messed-up
down-on-his-luck sinner
And turn him into a winner
I’ve never held a trophy in my hands
but I wouldn’t change a thing
’cause now, this plain gold wedding band
is my championship ring
Chorus
TONY CASTRICONE 