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The Gambler 
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de 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 took turns a-starin'
Out the window 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' the cards were
By the way they 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 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 play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
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'
When the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to 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 off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to '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 for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never your money
When 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 too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window 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' the cards were
By the way they 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 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 play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
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'
When the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to 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 off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to '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 for countin'
the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know to run.
You never your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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