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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 tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
boredom overtook us,
He 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 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 deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna the game, boy,
You gotta learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know 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 for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to 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 he speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And 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
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.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to away,
when to run.
You never your money
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 tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
boredom overtook us,
He 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 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 deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna the game, boy,
You gotta learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know 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 for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to 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 he speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And 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
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.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to away,
when to run.
You never your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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