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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll you advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll you advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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