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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 window at the darkness.
boredom us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made 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 whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he 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 play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to away
And knowin' what 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 he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count money
When 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 fold 'em
Know 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.
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 window at the darkness.
boredom us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made 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 whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he 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 play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now every knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to away
And knowin' what 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 he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The he even.
And in his words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know when to run.
You count money
When 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 fold 'em
Know 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.
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