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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
overtook 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 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 you some advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
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.
Now knows
The 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 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 somewhere in the darkness,
The he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know 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
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
overtook 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 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 you some advice.'
So I him my bottle,
and he drank my last swallow.
Then he a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
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.
Now knows
The 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 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 somewhere in the darkness,
The he even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know 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
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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