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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 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 made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a of whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my swallow.
Then he bummed 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 gotta to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
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' 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 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 he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up 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 made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a of whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my swallow.
Then he bummed 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 gotta to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
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' 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 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 he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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