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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 the gambler.
We were too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He 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 my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he 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 play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to 'em
to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And 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 I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
when to away,
when to run.
You 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
When to hold 'em,
when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never 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 the gambler.
We were too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He 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 my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of whiskey,
I'll you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he 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 play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to 'em
to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the you can hope for
Is to die in sleep.'
And 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 I could keep.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
when to away,
when to run.
You 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
When to hold 'em,
when to 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never your money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
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