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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 were
By the way they held 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 advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
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.
Now knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' 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 turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count 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,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You count your money
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 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 were
By the way they held 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 advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
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.
Now knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' 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 turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count 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,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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