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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 took turns a-starin'
Out the window 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 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 give you some 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 quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta to it right.'
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
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 knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
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 enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time 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 took turns a-starin'
Out the window 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 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 give you some 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 quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta to it right.'
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
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 knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
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 enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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