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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 both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom us,
He 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 eyes.
So if you don't 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 drank down my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his 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 to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what 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 finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to 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.
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 window at the darkness.
When boredom us,
He 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 eyes.
So if you don't 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 drank down my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his 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 to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what 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 finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to 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.
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