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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 were too to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He 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 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 down my swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know 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'
the dealin's done.
Now knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' 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 speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace I could keep.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know 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 'em,
Know when 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.
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He 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 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 down my swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know 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'
the dealin's done.
Now knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' 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 speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace I could keep.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know 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 'em,
Know when 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.
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