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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a bound for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank 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 to play it right.'
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 time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what 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 faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count 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 fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a bound for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank 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 to play it right.'
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 time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what 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 faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count 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 fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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