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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 both too to sleep.
So we 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' 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 handed 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 quiet,
And his all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
when to away,
to run.
You never your 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,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too to sleep.
So we 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' 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 handed 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 quiet,
And his all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
when to away,
to run.
You never your 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,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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