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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a 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 my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held 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 you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got 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 'em
when to away,
when to run.
You never your money
When 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' what to keep.
'Cause 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,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
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.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
On a 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 my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held 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 you some advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he down my last swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got 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 'em
when to away,
when to run.
You never your money
When 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' what to keep.
'Cause 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,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And in the darkness,
The gambler he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
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.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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