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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 too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
boredom overtook 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 held eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste 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 got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna the game, boy,
You gotta 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 count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to 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 turned toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count 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 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.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up the gambler.
We were too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
boredom overtook 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 held eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste 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 got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna the game, boy,
You gotta 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 count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to 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 turned toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count 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 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.
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