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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 a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When 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 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 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
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
when to run.
You money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time 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 hope 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 even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
when to walk away,
Know when 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,
when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When 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 a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When 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 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 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
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
when to run.
You money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time 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 hope 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 even.
And in his final I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
when to walk away,
Know when 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,
when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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