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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 overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the 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 you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he 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 gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta to it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know 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 enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause 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 back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
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
when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count 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 overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the 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 you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he 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 gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta to it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know 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 enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause 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 back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
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
when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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