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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 to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some 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 lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You to 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 count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what 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 your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his 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 enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
to run.
You never count your 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 to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some 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 lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You to 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 count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what 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 your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his 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 enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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