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The Gambler 
Medium
by 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 too 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 cards were
By the way they 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 some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
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 the game, boy,
You gotta to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know to away,
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 gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He turned back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too 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 cards were
By the way they 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 some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
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 the game, boy,
You gotta to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know to away,
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 gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He turned back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You 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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