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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 with the gambler.
We were both too to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the 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 my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost 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
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'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can 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 gambler he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to away,
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 walk away,
Know to run.
You your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time 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 took turns a-starin'
Out the 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 my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost 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
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'
When the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can 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 gambler he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to away,
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 walk away,
Know to run.
You your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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