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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 the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom us,
He to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made 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 your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your 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
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never 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 the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom us,
He to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made 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 your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your 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
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never 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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