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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 window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held 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 you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when 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.
Now every gambler knows
The 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 turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And 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,
Know to run.
You count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You 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 boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held 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 you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when 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.
Now every gambler knows
The 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 turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And 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,
Know to run.
You count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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