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The Gambler 
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de Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
boredom overtook us,
He to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the were
By the way they held eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when 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.
Now gambler knows
The secret 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 when he speakin',
He back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to 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.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
boredom overtook us,
He to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the were
By the way they held eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when 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.
Now gambler knows
The secret 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 when he speakin',
He back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to 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.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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