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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 tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way they held their 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 down my last swallow.
Then he 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 play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You count your money
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' to throw away
And knowin' 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 speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when 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'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when 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'
the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the were
By the way they held their 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 down my last swallow.
Then he 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 play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You count your money
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' to throw away
And knowin' 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 speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when 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'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when 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'
the dealin's done.
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