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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' 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 give you some advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked 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 learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the best 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 I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
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.
On a for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' 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 give you some advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked 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 learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the best 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 I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
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.
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