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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 the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way held eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I 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 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 knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the you can for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace I could keep.
You've got to know
When to '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 time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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 time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way held eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I 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 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 knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the you can for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace I could keep.
You've got to know
When to '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 time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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 time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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