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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We both too tired to sleep.
So we 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 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 my last swallow.
Then 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 play the game, boy,
You to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every 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 best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished 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 I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
to away,
Know when to run.
You count 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 hold 'em,
Know to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We both too tired to sleep.
So we 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 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 my last swallow.
Then 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 play the game, boy,
You to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every 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 best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he finished 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 I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
to away,
Know when to run.
You count 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 hold 'em,
Know to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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