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The Gambler 
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de Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom 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 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 some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face 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 when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw 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 your sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I keep.
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
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
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 bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom 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 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 some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face 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 when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw 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 your sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I keep.
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
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
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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