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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 too tired to sleep.
So we turns a-starin'
Out the window 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' the cards were
By the way held 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.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
when 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.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause 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 toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
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 too tired to sleep.
So we turns a-starin'
Out the window 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' the cards were
By the way held 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.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
when 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.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause 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 toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
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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