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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too to sleep.
So we turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
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 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 drank down my last swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to '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 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 every hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He 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 I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know 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 with the gambler.
We were both too to sleep.
So we turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
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 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 drank down my last swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to '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 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 every hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He 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 I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know 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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