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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 too tired to sleep.
So we took 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 of whiskey,
I'll 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 quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold '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 time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' 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 back toward 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
When to 'em,
Know to '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'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too tired to sleep.
So we took 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 of whiskey,
I'll 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 quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold '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 time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' 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 back toward 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
When to 'em,
Know to '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'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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