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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a 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 us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made 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 of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know 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 every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know 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.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your 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 us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made 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 of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know 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 every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know 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.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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