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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the 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 whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
he a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
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.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' 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 your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his 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 never 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
to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to 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.
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the 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 whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
he a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
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.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' 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 your sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his 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 never 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
to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to 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.
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