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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too tired 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 were
By the way they their eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' 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 your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too tired 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 were
By the way they their eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' 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 your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He back the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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