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The Gambler 
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de 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 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 swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back the window,
out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know 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
to 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
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 tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When 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 swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now every gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And when he finished speakin',
He turned back the window,
out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
when to walk away,
Know 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
to 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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