"The Wrestler"
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman

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An old man's walking through the world
With an uneven gait
One of his legs is crooked
But his path is straight

	They say he was a wrestler
	They say he had quite the grip
	He just didn't always know just when to let go
	And that's how he threw out his hip

But that's not the way he tells it
He says it was it was an even trade
His hip hasn't been right since that final fight
But that's how his name got made

	As for the name he was born with
	He says that it was given
	For that grip of steel on his brother's heel
	His very first wrestling ribbon

Well, the first name was a good one
And it earned a reputation
But the second name was a blessing
That would last for generations

	He says: The thing that I learned from wrestling
	Is there's a choice in every strife:
	Some folks want to win at wrestling
	I decided to win at life